pavement eyes and morning meetings
taxi sighs and subway greetings
"can you spare a buck today?"
can you care, and look away?
building women, basement men
leaking pipes, and churches, sin
horns and whistles, smoke and selling
there's no telling what your smelling
pigeon skies and floors of mice
pizza standing, by the slice
rent is first and dental, last
just make sure you're moving fast
no one really "makes it" here
stakes, skyscrapers, too much fear
but pay the toll and join the zoo
new york city might make you.
white on white,
she sits on rasping lace
careful eyes on careful hands
a blush upon her mother's face
"Is there anything you'd like to know before tonight?"
H: Yes, Isle?
I: Can you fly?
H: No Isle, I cannot fly.
I: But I can fly.
H: That's because you have wings. Wings with soft feathers, and light bones to lift you towards the...
It's the kind of thing to which you cannot admit your agreement.
"If they offered me a choice between world peace and being a size zero forever," she caught her breath of laughter,...
My dear Miss Chauntlery,
I do apologize for not returning your correspondence of 17 May. I had meant to write when I first recieved your letter twenty-three years ago, but found...