Strand poetry section.
You were not.
No one just sits on a couch
In this town;
I forgot.
The pipes are hissing.
A cat is meowing.
After a cold Revel ride
over the Pulaski Bridge,
I give up for good.
Tomorrow is a new day,
a new place, an old place.
Come to comedy tonight
that is good for you.
Cobra Club. Bushwick.
I don’t know how
to give up.