in alphabet city

Every time I come down here, something else is gone. Now a man with a fine-boned face and an untucked shirt walks toward me, his arm angled out like a dandy’s. He comes closer and I see that he’s been crying in a dry and quiet way as he walks, the face quivering and the eyes ringed red. Up close the cocked arm seems to be holding him up, no longer a flourish. It’s so early in the morning, it all bespeaks heartbreak. A final night, a last, fumbling exit, a sorrow that sinks like a stone.


2 Responses to “in alphabet city”

  1. 1 andrew dooley September 20, 2008 at 7:03 pm

    this is the greatest thing going.

    so pretty. yeesh.

  2. 2 Kio September 21, 2008 at 12:02 pm

    thanks, andrew!

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