Fill me in

Dear Edinburgh,
I will write you no poems to tell you how alarming familiarity is.
No ways to tell about corner shops, castles, print piles guttering.

Don’t ring on Sundays to have supermarket conversations.
I am lying on the carpet of your brain watching flies do plays.
Don’t ring to say you’re ____________________
Just be here, wearing all your expressions,
refuse to cue with sudden gentle rain
to mark the place where critics ____________________

O Edinburgh, you tough aunt,
ambition ATM, torrid auditorium,
let me tell you ____________________
Here, download my brain tape -
your sky is ____________________
your sky is old lace over a lamp.
You in a taxi of tartan blankets
your face a _____________________ tipped to the night,
you in a collar of sodium, days of brown-white light.
Your currency is concrete,
let me lay you sideways,
let me resurface ____________________
Teach me how to let go of ____________________
how to record the formal feeling of
____________________
How to tell
when ____________________
is ____________________
Today is not a day to ____________________
outside is ____________________
an outro of ____________________

Today is a ____________________ for ___________________
My face does expressions
because every day I find it a miracle
that I am ____________________
in this ____________________ of ____________________

With blank admiration

Yours ____________________

Instructions
1. Fill me in
2. Take a picture of me
3. Send me to mybraintape@gmail.com
4. Read me to a ____________________