I am in the Bronx
and it reminds me of
the color purple minus red.
Of course I might not see it
I don't know what section to look in
or even if it would be safe to look
anymore
since March.
But I'm probably on the opposite
side of the borough
and there's no hope at all
Or luck might just so have it
that I'm 5 blocks away
or just around the corner
on Gunhill Road
and as I step out of the store
I see those familiar eyes
perhaps registering shock,
perhaps staring in quiet unrecognition
but nevertheless my heart drops
quickly down
through my vitals into my womb
and spills in a mix of
amniotic fluid and tears
into what creates,
shockingly,
a beautiful puddle on the broken sidewalk
And I can breathe.
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