: sometimes of whom you can't distinguish but,*

public art

beat me to the root.

burnt my tongue on

something hot.

not pizza, but like pizza.

if i dream of you
but it's not really you

we're usually gathering in small, familiar crowds
huddled around something exciting

like public art.

sometimes a song will do me
a favor by serving my most private stories
back to me, raw.

every lyric beats me to it
behind my closed eyes.

*K. Vile