Tuesday, April 2, 2013

fire escape 04/03/13

sitting alone at night anywhere makes me a bit
there is a 
good woman in bed waiting,
shirtless and
i'm still wiping flour from my pockets.

everyone told me that new york was loud.
sirens and yowling cats [in heat]
arched backs and garbage lids.
york at 3am;
you were louder.

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