junkie in bad sneakers on a long stumblish walk
past the ubiquitous subway sandwich shop sandwich board
bored and fretting
the bus is close but legs feel free
taking me past quinceanera bakeries
and fake toys at family dollar
little farther
i'm wading through auto chop shops and
pitbull collars
shoptalking around the homeless
lined up at P.O.T.S.
holler for spare cigarettes and scratching lotto cards
lot of closed up storefronts
battered faces eye me warily
carwash kitty dashes past the morning daring me
to chase him through the metro north fencework
too late for the second bus intense
doesn't even stop for a splitsecond
the school is filled with recess yard dramas
i fastwalk past the stop sign persistently ignored
or be gored by an impala
or the SUV with the smiling family
new bodega opened up 6 months ago
never needed in this neighborhood
yet they never leave this neighborhood
cross the street
fordham trumpeting its million shopper march
neverending trinket tables
shell games and WE BUY
GOLD AND DIAMONDS fables and
the storm sounds
of the train
avoid the rain under the best buy shelter on the corner
i disappear behind a door
wearing karma's
garments as
armor
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