bogota

It’s all so unpredictable
Being two miles closer to the sun
In between cracked buildings
I look in all directions

For motorcycles
For taxis
For you
For motorcycles

I'm used to it already
Rain to sun to rain to sun to
But the thinning air
Makes breathing fun again

And through the thrown metal discs
And the explosions they generate
And the displaced oxxo
And my sad stubbornness

I imagine doing it all again
With you with style