everyone knows
the man in earmuffs
feeding pigeons
bread crumbs
from the sidewalk bench
all night it's bad dreams
all morning
I'm mean to my new wife
by noon I'm leaving a message
saying how beautiful she is
the cold came back
but the market is full
of butts and thighs
jiggling
in black compression pants
you know what?
let the March wind blow
let it rip
into my lightning heart
and bolt my head up
4 days ago
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