New York is full of hatred, and a strange siren song
that even now urges me 'forgive - this is New York.'
The driver gave us flags, and "a new word to take home: Sand Nigger".
New York is like breathing, like being male:
the unexamined default unmarked case,
narcissistic, unaware, uncaring,
enculturated as the Source; why look beyond?
Utter disinterest reigns in any other place
or mode of being. Why look into the umbra
from the center of the spotlight? Only
dwellers in darkness
require a name for light.