The rain was
as a young person ripped through New York streets
like his feet were actually parts of a jet engine.
It was after dark, but Manhattan never actually
with the noise
and the flashes
and the restless people.
Young restless people in a mid-aged restless city
creating a humble and a bumble,
spreading a false sense of inclusion,
but actually just distracting everyone from how
fucking miserable they are.
The city loves your pen and your pain,
sirens' wails will cover yours,
and nobody really cares about anyone.