By John Brehm
So sexy to slide under-
neath a river,
to sit inside this
subway car and
the world above—
trembling with the
weight of its
the East River
still guided by
eyes wore in it,
the bulldog tug-
boats pushing the
and the double-
and black Staten
with their aura
and beyond them
the Atlantic Ocean
which I lately learned
was brought here
by ice comets three
billion years ago,
a few things, like
feels so alienated,
and of course
the thoughts being
thought by every
person in New
York City at
vast schools of
curving and rising
in the cloud-swirling
the vaster emptiness
which holds them
and which they try
not to think
about and you
lying in bed in
on St. Mark’s Place—
such a breath-
rising now to meet you.
Source: Poetry (Poetry Foundation, 2007)
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