I miss New York,
but it doesn't miss me.
I wrestle bearcats
and they bring me
to my knees.
we are better
than bathing suits,
and deeper than
the deep end.
so don't be scared,
and don't be like me,
because I am a blow-collar coward,
and I only write about love
after it has gone.
fancy the afternoon
and be soon to movies,
but don't let leaks
leave you left
and leaving.
where is the one
that will ride?
the weekend
is weak just like me.
see you tomorrow, maybe.