Crowds

THE SKY along the street a gauzy yellow—

The narrow lights burn tall in the twilight.

The cool air sags,

Heavy with the thickness of bodies.

I am elated with bodies.

They have stolen me from myself.

I love the way they beat me to life,

Pay me for their cruelties.

In the close intimacy I feel for them

There is the indecency I like.

I belong to them,

To these whom I hate,

And because we can never know each other,

Or be anything to each other,

Though we have been the most,

I sell so much of me that could bring a better price.