the 4 was still packed late tonight, i had to get off at 125th. lightheaded,i leant hard against the faith ringgold mosaic. the flying black men and women ready to roost on me.
earlier, i agreed to meet again someone i used to care about. just one drink, i promised myself before we went into a familiar lower east side dive. i was good with my promise, but something in the liquor, the air suddenly got thicker.