NYC

Yes we’ve met before

Can the vibes be good

Can everyone stop calculating 

And try making each other comfortable

Bring your egos back down to human scale

Do I have to throw your phones out a window

NYC

Looking down on a miniature world 

from the elevated J train

All the busses below are pulled over at haphazard angles

Pink yellow and blue lights casting

isolated spheres over miniature characters’ miniature dramas 

I feel faint with the swaying and heat 

and layers of sweaters

wheezy and breathless

The windows of apartment buildings pressing in

I see the busses all fall over on their sides

Too top heavy

NYC

Wind smelling like soil

I think of my childhood backyard 

Where is it?

So much of the world is under construction