We share dirt, pigeon brick walls and we grit with the 
teeth of the beaches, we reach with the arms like 
skyscrapers, careful, tiny hands, still in use 
with the arms of skyscrapers, careful, sweet bird of 
when you speak my name when you speak my name, only two 
say it again; one because you knew it wouldn't be easy, 
two because you tried 
you tried 
you tried 
and you won't say you were, you were falling all over 
yourself, but when you talk about it you say, "i was 
doing it for myself