born on the floor

i kicked against the womb
i said
"momma, i want to come out soon!"

walking at night in the city

i am walking, or am i swimming? the night is drowing in humidity, the breeze is dense and slick. two men smoke, a blue cloud embodies them. i walk past. street lights are glowing softly in the haze. i can see the end of the street; a blurry panorama. i hear their muffled conversation. are they laughing about me? i dont know, but they are in my past now. the smell of cigarettes lingers on my palet one step closer to home.

the cable viewer

who will be americas next top model?
i need to know soon and before the season is over.
i'm loosing too much sleep over it.
how can anyone live like this!

somethings i saw

shifty shifty ny street

COFFEE OREOS BANDAIDS

COFFEE
OREOS
BANDAIDS