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nyc
i went.. to the city.
to the fountain which was
(and upon my arrival already i had word from my dear nemesis
as though she knew i was
there) with all the dirt found of people.
and sat there with v. she told me about her brother,
who could kill thoughtlessly
but saw no need to-
on the train we fell into a basket of peas,
or the pink cardigan of a billboard model
laughing into a dizzy storm,
there was no consoling her or i.
we went to the place called elsewhere with t. but t. has a crush,
which was revealed. i traveled on the metro north
which was like a miracle along the river after a small stop at that old store in grand central.
d. found me somewhere after a trip on the loop bus thinking of his dark hair.
i was exonerated in red hook and taken to the village of my memories
where the cicadas, in a gentle blue storm of sound-
never mind. a day in bed. another missed drag show. a day on the couch in a throw.
the children out at 11 pm on bicycles. the porch light. a day, released, finally.
a trip to the wedding, the nunnery, a trip to the river! to swim out, at dusk,
from the train tracks, into that unfeeling current! watched by a girl in a white top.
like a spectre, i went up the hill.
and the village was sleeping.
i went to her old house, where last year we had talked upon the steps,
both wrapped in old sweatshirts. another crime committed, more blood on the ankle.
no adieu or gentle parting, but myself unforgivable.
still, surrounded by devoted friends. i am errant.
a return to the city. the metro north. the canadian family. another visit to the old shop. everything, beautiful. a hello for d., a hello for r.
washington square, unfortunate.
a hello for the australian boy at port authority
accosted by drug addicts (the usual). a final manic conversation with v.
a long stretch of blackness, highway. the northeast dc. union station in its, say, midnight sigh.
the lyft driver in hysterics around columbus circle, cannot find me.
a dark empty house that is not my own.

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from ASPECT, released April 28, 2020

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