City like a lover I shame
when I am caught
in flagrante delicto
slutting around with dirty burgs,
meaner metropolises.
I abandon their gaunt wanting
to re-turn to you—to be
within reach of you,
to be where,
waking in the night
from sordid dreams,
I can reach for you,
a subway ride from suicide
coitus reservatus come again
art inanimate but inhabited.
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