the ghostly sing-song 

of the children playing double-dutch. 

I felt the wind come through the window 

I felt it turn around and switch back. 

in the second story room 

in jamaica queens 

your hair was dripping wet. 

your skin was clean. 

and the children skipping rope 

tripled their speed 

you were all I'd ever wanted 

you were all I'd ever need. 

in new york city 

in the middle of july 

the air was heavy and wet 

the air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine. 

I will know who you are yet. 

I will know who you are yet.