Now: Navigate!

There are tiers, as in levels, to reality

On the industrial corner of North 17th Street & Wythe

Two black public high school kids watch a Nordic model get photographed

To them, she is lunar, impossible, alien life

So, as a comet might relate to a traffic-stopped taxicab

Or a Bahamas vacation to a stint in Guantanamo Bay

So, as access & privilege relate to their absolute opposites

That's the way that these kids & this woman will always relate

And it's nobody's fault

Yeah, no one's to blame

We all work through the dark

We all carry the weight

Slender shoulders & blindfolds

Spinning in cycles

Now, now, now: navigate!

There are tiers, as in layers, to an experience

Through each lens & metric, the image warps every day

I'm either successful, independent, & largely uncompromised

Or a non-starter, never-was, has-been since 2008

And it's nobody's fault

Yeah, no one's to blame

We all work through the dark

We all carry the weight

Slender shoulders & blindfolds

Spinning in cycles

Now, now, now: navigate!

There are tears, as in waterworks, and they're threatening

To spoil the negotiated sweetness of my afternoon

I can't answer anything honestly without an asterisk

Airquotes and doublespeak litter the fountain of youth

And if it's nobody's fault

Then I'm not to blame

I just work in the dark

I just carry the weight

Slender shoulders & blindfolds

Stranded in cycles

Now, now, now: navigate!