Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Girl in Fulton Street - revision




Girl in Fulton Street


They’re not really strangers
reflecting off the windows,
they’re men afoot on a crowded street.
I am one of them, a girl in drag
abating the neon lights.
Clearing my way through a wilderness
of leaves, dry and quiet rhymes  
without stretch marks,
on the banks of a wistful sea
where metaphors grow old. 

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