1.
I said it had to be you & you said
it had to be medicine it had to be me
it had to be fair; it had to be great; it
needed to be everything
2.
The washrooms of the bristling continent are alive with post coital youngsters, cleaning up their messy joy. The banisters of America, with forgotten spritzers, are alive, enlivened, erotic youth going at it seamstresses weaving scarves to wear about on a chilly evening at Columbia. Door ways, stairwells--it's all brimming over with secrets, dull, desultory secrets. The kind you barely see except in tinted glass at 2:30 a.m. on a Tuesday when you're walking home nursing a cold & chlamydia.
& you couldn't say anyway what it is that you saw. But oh, the glory.
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