I’m walking through this
New City
more like pacing
and hoping, pacing and hoping
for something
even a terrible something
that a piano will fall on top of me
after a construction worker yells
dropping from the top floor
every grate, is a moment of prayer
a meditation
of crossing my fingers
and hoping that I fall through
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Strangely compelling. I wanted that piano as well. Darn shame it fell on you first.
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