“i’ve got to say, you don’t really…”

“are we going to have this conversation
between 3rd Avenue and Union Square?”

she tries to take his free hand as the train unlocks its brakes

“but i haven’t brought it up all week”

he pulls his hand back

“were you saving it till now?”

the train jerks into the bend
they hang on to the rails
a diverted response

given that we are built
to survive,
there are clearly
not enough
wars to wrap around this
tilted earth, simply not enough
strife to spread
across jilted generations.

these halfhearted attempts
are embarrassing
at best.

come on and gear up,
children, there’s a call
to arms, and you have got to
latch onto your best
childhood venom
because the bigotry
begins with you

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