(City) Poem

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1. 
Walking the City with
the sound off

and nothing in
my hands but the

cold. I
saw a friend in

the distance, but
never up close.

Detail is the enemy 
of familiarity and

the pizza greases
my lips.

2. 
Sitting in the back-row
of the theater

so the actors 
always look at

me. And speak to
me. And tell

me
'I love you.'

And mostly so
they look like

people I know.
And so

they
don't smell 

the pizza 
on my breath.

3.
If you looooooooook into the sun for looooooooooong enough, you begin to recognize everyone. But--please--take precautions: you really don't want to end up getting rained on.           That may make you smell bad.

4.
Meeting a friend at
Grand Central Sta-

tion. She nearly
walked past me;

She could smelly my
no-vel-ty but

'Good-bye' reminded
her of

my 
shape.