...stopping by B. Altman's to see someone I thought was a friend the clothes too expensive for me to buy coming from City College on the bike trying to beat the red light so I could barrel down on that hill past 34th beating the bus avoiding the construction on 33rd standing on the corner waiting to cross 5th year after year after year headed to a job sustaining me while slowly killing me that Wednesday night late no one out but me walking off furious tears heartbreak and hopelessness who cares if the Empire State Building was a block away a rut carved into this stretch of city...
3 comments:
wow.
you reminded me, viscerally, of the habits of nyc. great writing... just great.
seriously dark...el
where we were leaves a mark on where we're going
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