We are here
to hear the others read.
Those who have tears
and we have come here
to honor her.
The unknown child of the street,
the sex workers who are shadows,
the addict in the arches and alleys.
We tell tales of betray and rape.
We are a small writing group that
meets on the third floor
in a building
which is the center of the city.
Cross your fingers and hearts.
Be strong. Start with shaking voices.
We pour out your words
into the audience.
We say, we are, we move
and live here.
We are here and live
in the heart of the city.