Like the familiar gestures
we rehearsed, a cup
half-filled with liquid.
We of the great escapes
to the outer boroughs
for borscht. It happened
until it stopped. Here,
take my self-awareness
& self-starter mentality—
I prefer to follow. Dangle
me at the end of any line.
In the moon-dark, invisible,
I’ll be your shadow.
You'll barely know I exist.