Birds and dogs and babies
and mothers and lonely men
and girls eating ice cream,
saying they wish they didn’t
have to work today.
Avenue A shut ups and fuck
offs and where are you
goings, sound kind of sweet
and the honking cars feel
like my calling. We are all practicing
meditation and I have no one
to see or anywhere to be.
Watching the tree’s shadow
move and come back, I forgive
my fathers, grandfathers, and great
grandfathers. I can be forgiving sometimes.
Who are these men eternalized in statue?
Where are the women?
The women are here, alive in the park.
And this sandwich wrapped in paper, cut diagonally—
this is what my life could be, this is what my life wants.
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