New York

poems and short stories about everyday do-ings.

new york, new york

a poem about a person

apple of my eye

Apple of my eye

cab

cab, i'd even go as far as to say i enjoy your leather seats and the way you take me on small tours of all your little back streets i like the way a million other cars look just like you

gun

one three five seven these stairs take more energy than they should eight nine ten eleven my fingers play at your door of wood four three two one