Winter
A tribute
cold sucks the radiator air out of my nose scrunches me into myself telling me I can't make it here look at your fingers sticks! the wind in my ear like small headaches from a child's shrill, silent yell-ing that there are too many of us here and we've overbuilt and a pizza shop shouldn't have a line out the door Miami is warm A house in Texas Is a pittance, or maybe just one of those go back to wherever you came from, you $#@ but I know, New York, this is the price Of hydrant water fountains and precarious hangs on fire escapes and movies on public lawns and necks unbundled, unafraid You want us here you ancient coy god black coat uniforms marching to funereal hymns for a city that is about to wake up.