10-pound silences reek of betrayal
a shaving cut leaking onto a starched white collar

the people from the bar last night
i was drunk were you? yeah

LONELINESS WILL KILL US LIKE NICOTINE,
BROOKLYN

holes in the heels of a man’s striped socks
wearing birkenstocks and cursing violently

the lady next to me devouring mango slices
juice leaking from her painted fuchsia lips
is this the j train?
yes ma’am