Love to love those Queens seams!
cemetery stitches bridges industry and cars
easy access to the faerie zones of in-between
I will learn to pray or wish (or learn the diff
erence) here on the next sunny day. In
Brooklyn neighborhoods blend but here I
hop over puckered pleats along the earth
low-lying brick backyards with plastic-woven
chains against the backdrop of the testing line,
car dealerships and apolitical graffiti the
River Styx twixt one heaven and the next, yes
no underworld looks bad to me each lit apartment
is a place where ok, maybe I might live and
love another patch from here the edges of
the world each postal code a scrap cut
from the great gowns of the city gathered
up and wasted not in patterns passed
in secret.
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