Big Fucking Apple

a banal 1970s pop tune out of dust cloud blotting
then you read a meme about stepping into the surf of
more hookers, less yoga studios like cool water dropping

allow us to present everything on the other side
he’d heard it on the radio drowns the snarl of traffic
you don’t belong to the evening sky parching

a whiff of intimidation about it spread right through
yellow fields of mustard to flow elegant brief and knowing
unfettered stench of dust and smoke on 9/11 hey, fuck you!

-- Alana Madison

Shit Native New Yorkers Say
Jaipur losing its soul?
Poet is inspired when startled