raised by the city

i know the streets
of my city
like the back
of my mother’s hand
the details
are fuzzy
until it strikes me
across the face
i sit
in the parking lot
tasting blood
before spitting
a tooth
onto the dirty asphalt

i know the skyline
out
the highrise windows
like gazing
into my father’s eyes
they are clouded
inebriated
with pollutants
yet
every once in a while
it takes my breath away
in it’s clarity
even as it steadily
refuses
to acknowledge
my existence

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