top of page
Long(ing)
/ is yesterday empty on a subway car that was too bright and early for this much midnight air swiftly singing in my hippocampus thinning blood down my jeans bought on Lexington Ave with old friend who risked life to take the 1 up from Coney Island crazies / is standing right there in the wind / is in my head so loudly saying say it thumping my jeans against the line on the other end of the line where your hand grabs a waist that’s mine / is my waste less mind asleep waking saying thinking
I fell
hastily asleep
when really I was just
hung up again. I hung up
bottom of page