Sometimes

You walk really fast

Because you're in New York.

You slip on ice,

You like and hate everyone you meet,

You feel ugly after trying on the usual size of jeans.

They are too small now.

You drink white tea

Not brewed very well,

And you wonder why

The person who once professed 

To love you more

Than anyone else

Is being a jerk.

He hasn't returned 

Any of your calls for weeks

And we all know what that means

In America.

You suppose he doesn’t need you as a friend

Now that he has a lover who isn’t just his muse.

She is a poet, so they write together

And she’s a dominatrix

So they do whatever it is they do.

Plus, she gets interviewed by Vice.

It turns out that

He doesn't really hate YOU, 

He hates the phone.

Oh, je comprends,

Let's all hate the medium,

Let's love the message,

But don't shoot the pianist

Or the ambassador.

Everything, 

Everyone,

Indecipherable,

Opaque,

Blank.

You like this loft you’re in

But you worry about

The cold.

Will you catch something and die

Here in New York?

Where you’re afraid

Of things being too good

Since you will have to leave soon.

You pray for the perfect balance of

Good and Bad,

You want a man

Who’ll love you,

But from a distance.

Brave

But scared.

Black and White,

Sensual,

Intellectual,

Predator and 
Prey.