When asked for advice
on moving to the city,
I tell people
it will be beautiful, but
the first bad day you have here
may very well be one of the worst
you’ve ever had,
and trust me, you’re going to cry.
Probably more than you’d like.
Probably more than necessary.
The G train is by far the safest place to weep, crumble, fall apart
or whatever synonym you want to use
for break down.
The subway cars are often
but even when they’re not-
they’re inhabited only by
brooklynites and New York natives.
Both of these populations
inevitably speak the language
that you’re beginning to
Wanting a sanctuary
when you can’t run from
all the pain squirming underneath
kicked to a curb of cement
when they promised the curbs were gold
and full of
and they will not ask.
have lived a life
they are not (always) proud of.
They’ve been wronged just as much
as they’ve been righted,
and all of them,
whether above or below the ground,
are in search of a better place.
just as much as
and the promise of
something, someone, somewhere better
just down the line.