The B over manhattan bridge
sometimes i just want to look at you looking at the view
You weren’t my first love. Not even my fifth.I didn’t notice you, I couldn’t.
I was fighting for me, my family.You were invisible. Irrelevant. Might as well be inanimate.
i may have paid some attention to it when i was young maybe hugged it and kissed it in some childhood gamebut it was hardly a thingi would have thought of as home.
Late Sunday afternoon.Broadway-Lafayette platform.There’s a 5 seater.The kind with the wood dividers and well-defined seats.