If ever i have one i will climb to the rooftop and cry out,
look at this milkwhite sky roiling beneath an angry sun
amused at these alleys tucked down between the brick legs
of the building opening windows like mouths accepting anyone
Gardens growing unkempt on the roof
where we drank gin and listened to jazz,
i had never heard Miles before
i never knew that words could get her
drunk and slurring.
She said she just had an epiphany,
it only took a gallon teasing her to articulate explanation
her voice was an experience like pulling teeth,
a little loss of blood,
and some friendly persuasion.