|"Dangerous To Me"|
They always tell me not to walk the streets at night. But at the dark-witch hour when the mimes retire and old dogs prowl alone, I feel most at home. I scurry my shadow between streetlights, ignoring the calls of their flashing lamps like a twisted-pedestrian criminal. I speak to the sidewalk ghosts who sing to me their songs of sleep; lift my fingers like a dancer-on-air and allow the heat of the city to seep between my toes before shifting my one-woman sideshow into the corner all-night diner for some charming cappuccino elixir.