The first time we met,
I kept our distance
at minimal,
hoping the inches
would form a small bridge
between us
and that one day
we could sew each others'
limbs when our
bones have learned
to give up.
But I mistook you
so severely:
your kisses
were flesh wounds
and your embrace
a coffin too tight
around my ribs-
your hands were never
meant for holding.
The sheets of skin
and whitewash were
a cocoon at night
as your teeth
sink into me;
my body of craters
and fissure-deep dents
close to
falling
apart
inside
you
New York City shines
With platinum walls
With onyx windows
With gold smeared
Onto the smug rich
But below the city,
The dripping pipes
The homeless tears
The grime stuck
Onto poor faces
A rich man sits in
Brightly-lit Broadway
On ruby carpets
Nose scrunched upwards
Due to a new face.
A poor man performs in
Dimly-lit subway stations
On their feet
Eyes seeking crowds
For a thrown quarter.
A rich man inherits
An office reaching heaven
As he winds his toys
Never working enough
To earn the coveted company
A poor man arrives
At the doors of a business
Pleading in ragged suits
For a job paying minimum
To earn shelter from slums
New York Cit