There are many Brooklyns
entangled tonight at the neighborhood box socialWilliamsburg gives Bushwick a
blowjob, leaving a trail
on her MFA face
Fort Greene and Crown Heights shake
hands by the water cooler
and fix a plate of macaroni salad leftover
from a lunch meeting
These are the perks of the up-for-grabs
Carroll Gardens catches Bay Ridge sneaking
out in the morning
“He didn’t even put on his left boot,”
she sighs and stares to the skyline
at a late brunch with Cobble Hill
And when seven rolls around, Park Slope
feels like he’s a convict locked
inside the hell of
an advertising agency
Bed-Stuy is loose.
She took the day off to sleep with her dog.
So, this is the time – now
is the night
There are many Brooklyns
and one-by-one they high-five
jogging down the line to the
1994 Phoenix Suns introduction music.
Considering the conflict ahead, it is a beautiful song
