Tagged: williamsburg

before she becomes

before she becomes
fully human, Vivienne can
break up time in the

middle of the night – in cries, in
song, penetrating walls and dreams

as soon as the doors slide

as soon as the doors slide
open on the Manhattan-
L-train, we pick our
seated target, step
into the car,
making a beeline
to settle in front of our
fellow commuter
who looks most like
a Lorimer
or a Bedford –
if we get lucky,
it’s a smooth,
seated ride the rest
of the way, even if
we get a little stuck
in the tunnel

it took just under six

it took just under six
years to disassociate
getting off at Bedford
with the apparition of
you on that January
corner as i emerge
from the station.
in every version, there
is a crook interlaced
in the narrative, and
the dénouement
excuses herself
to turn in early