A city full of a million tiny deaths
little dead bird cuddling an empty tuna can behind a fire hydrant
a hundred poisoned roaches silently expiring inside the walls
Teenage mouse, quivering in the glue, brutalized in a Pepridge farm bread bag
there was a continent, once, that Columbus missed
undiscovered, quietly, it ceased to exist
and these days, I think we can say with some clarity, it never existed at all.
Girl in heels with curly hair
face like a painted sphinx, hailing a cab
What will you wear to your funeral?
Homeless guy
Wrapped in trashbags on the Bronx-bound 6
Got a dollar?
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