Four years advantage in the race
across the street. Half the pressure,
twice the speed. The hard-learned
lesson not every pigeon can
be trusted. Kicking through leaves
November crisp & sneaky sneaks
passing notes. Who wants to pay
for a soda anyway? Misused coffee
cups & the imagined lives of co-workers
a thousand times better than this
ten to six day in day out.
The imagined lives of forties on rooftops
& fingernails flecked with silver
spray paint. As if a photograph could catch
it all or catch anything at all.
Carrying the weight of our costumes
through this downward spiral circle pit.
The frenzied youth smashing
up against one another. Now: counter-
clockwise. Goodbye lovers & haters.
Goodbye New York.