Wednesday, December 16, 2009



"the true place for a just man is also a prison"

And when I waited at
our corner. And you were late
I doubted. I had sinus pressure, I thought
I might be sick.
Maybe a sinus infection is spreading, to my
ears, my head and my lips. The holidays are here.
All I want is for the pressure to leave, for Union Square
to not be a hurdle. I want to laugh and sing. And
mother of pearl! the wind stings.