Franklin to 96th

I remember I don’t remember: how each foot straddled the sky divide on either side of the extremes. The rumble, the snares, the imposed ritual, the blessing where I learned the dead stare. Swallow you whole; hold close the invisible. Nod your head, mouth the words. Didn’t flinch when you glanced back. I know that Looney Tunes T-shirt was a three for ten sourced from the numbers beyond a hundred. Then switch to the lipstick and blue jeans and scuffed leather jacket. How could I be wrong? Black hair framed the ding-dongs. What now can impose? I wish I rode with my ghost. Restore the imagination painting sketched in pencil, the technicolor sprayed just so it glows. So vivid.