tall buildings reflected in
tall buildings.
tall buildings
squaring up against other tall buildings,
judging them,
whipping out their glass dicks
to see whose is bigger.
and her Valentine – the black man
in the wheelchair
at Broadway and 16th –
he’s not where he usually is
and is God blessing anyone
when he’s not there?
she weaves as she walks,
squeezes through narrow passageways
between bricks and buildings
between gray suits and gray smoke,
coming out from holes in the streets,
coming out from people’s mouths.
and a large woman passes,
dragging a shopping cart full of different pharmacy bags,
dragging her right foot,
never looking anyone in the eye.
it’s enough,
more than enough,
to make her squeeze in between the
narrowest of passageways,
the tallest of buildings,
the largest of sad women,
just to be touched.
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