Attempted updates at the whim of the moon from the adventures of a queer on a quest to find themself and save the world.
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Subway poem 15: Bound for Manhatta
Bound for Manhatta on the morning train
Sweating in the obtuse humidity
To return to a land I'm not sure is worthy.
But still the tide must rise on the hudson.
Tonight it will fall again:
The river that flows two ways.
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