Every weekday, I take 3 trains to work and 3 trains back.
(This, on the L.)
Crumpled stairwell panties
sing pink and orange between drumbeat boots.
“Tigers and stuff, too.”
Before I came here, I didn’t know about the heroin walk.
Now all of Penn Station seems lurching
Holding in guts. A woman screams
Henry do you want
The word flutters gold and green out of the deli,
through the corridors between briefcases,
from a fairy-sized Sutter Home held in a trembling hand.