O Edinburgh
it was night & we were always drunk
or it was day (gray day) & I’d buy
boxes of clementines on my way
from school & keep them outside
my window on the sill so they’d stay
cool—O Edinburgh, where we’d
mash ourselves together on that shelf
of bed after you lined up shoes
to toss, one by one, at the heater
on the wall—open coils that glowed
orange for 15-minute increments
like a toaster, & when you’d hit
the button your shoes would thud
like large fish tails slapping the sides
of a boat & we rose with the wind’s
current, its november brogue, &
O Edinburgh, it spoke in tongues,
flapped doors open & shut, howled
until I couldn’t remember exactly
what happened in the dark except
that we curled ourselves up into
the smallest specks until I wept
over a horoscope & someone else’s
tattoo & I never loved you because
I was a wall of a city I had never been to
or it was day (gray day) & I’d buy
boxes of clementines on my way
from school & keep them outside
my window on the sill so they’d stay
cool—O Edinburgh, where we’d
mash ourselves together on that shelf
of bed after you lined up shoes
to toss, one by one, at the heater
on the wall—open coils that glowed
orange for 15-minute increments
like a toaster, & when you’d hit
the button your shoes would thud
like large fish tails slapping the sides
of a boat & we rose with the wind’s
current, its november brogue, &
O Edinburgh, it spoke in tongues,
flapped doors open & shut, howled
until I couldn’t remember exactly
what happened in the dark except
that we curled ourselves up into
the smallest specks until I wept
over a horoscope & someone else’s
tattoo & I never loved you because
I was a wall of a city I had never been to