Sunday, November 6, 2016


Pink Slip

To consider only the expiration
Date. The end. Time. Seems wrong.
            While you were out
My life took a turn
Of sorts. I mapped it but can't explain.
Phonetics is not my bag:
I'm an area, coded, numbered, an extension.
                                 Please call.
                                 I'm home.
Message: I remember most
Sharing a cigarette with you
On a rooftop above 73rd--the Hudson, water towers.
We counted taxis. You said if we got to 100, I could
Kiss you. Smooth operator.

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