the ghostly sing-song of the children playing double-dutch. I felt the wind come through the window I felt it turn around and switch back. in the second story room in jamaica queens your hair was dripping wet. your skin was clean. and the children skipping rope tripled their speed you were all I'd ever wanted you were all I'd ever need. in new york city in the middle of july the air was heavy and wet the air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine. I will know who you are yet. I will know who you are yet.