she leans on

she leans on the bannister,
looks down on the town.
the smell of
new construction; wood,
dust and paint ...
she smells of cigarettes.
it is a hot day after all,
she realizes,
half singing the idea
to herself.

dark skin and green earrings,
this afternoon she will roam
all over the place and
will never be satisfied.
heart going fast enough to kill.
the worries and longings
burn hot as she wanders
aimlessly, yet
sly and yearning.
nothing to listen to but
the noise in other people's heads.
her face scattered in pieces,
as she sings to herself
"I want to know
what it is that
I want to know"