It Says This
What else does it say (no answer)
Being here is reminiscent of the disappeared
Road work ahead
Go slow see if anything has changed
There are millions of others
In your way
O Manhattan inpatient
Never pay for treatment
That’s how I feel
There’s only a few of us left on Prince Street
And the fruit vendor whose pears are rotting
We’re safe eating our fruit
Now Teddy oils the lock
Things break after a while
What happened to sex?
I still have pots of money
