Too Lately An Added Category
Too Lately An Added Category
We’ve payed off a deep terror
A debt owed to long, brittle bones and open concrete rivers
This leaves the bossy city alone
To shout commands at prisoners
She clenches my hand so hard
So I tell her to slip between the cold winds
Don’t mind it
It’s the only way I have found
And it works very well, she says
Coffee tongues pushed out at temporary misery
Two old brats under Manhattan
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