NYC trip has begun.
Cars, trucks, busses,
roaring past, no heed for toes or puddles
where are you going?
Down into the underbelly of the city
taste the thick air, the hot limestone
stop breathing my air
bump on the tracks, numbers etched in tile,
14, 23, 34
is it ok to breathe again?
cheeseburger, steak fries with a side of ranch
you must feed the mind as well as the body
talk to loved ones about time ticking too slowly
but quickly at the same time
lying
in the dark
belly down, face buried in pillows
retainers reconstructing teeth
maybe i'll look better tomorrow
maybe not
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