Poem

You just go out there
and you move one foot in front
of the other and then this brand spanking
new feeling comes over you as you cross
the Gowanus Canal. Something about the green
water and the metallic taste when you breathe
there are real organisms inside of you
that want to devour what you bring
to them. Your lips have kissed
faces all over Brooklyn
and you are no better for knowing this
is a day like any other day
some of you is missing
what you can't get back
but that's okay
there will be plenty of others
to miss down the road. Christ, there
are people you don't even know yet
that you'll miss in the future.
It's all just so fucked
that you have to smile.