The Penthius Of Masculinity

You’d like to live in New York for the rest of
your life. You like nice things. I don’t want to, but
for you I would join you. Would you be willing to
accept that? Even if I was replaced by someone
else? It’d be ok if this moment needed to happen in
midlife. I would have gotten there, at least by the
water. You could tell me I would still need to remain
there, even if it’s between buildings and streets in
Midtown, around West 23rd. Pneumonia lungs,
frozen toes, a soiled body and that piss n shit smell.
We’ll see eye to eye. Cough up that lung. If there was
love that city would be resoiled in bubonic dirt so we
could go on living there forever, unaffected. Disinfect
our still hearts. You could give me money to live in
New York for the rest of your life. It will take a little
money and a little bit of style through the years. A little
cost of life and people’s dreams. To make this city of
masculinity a home for those who cannot nurture nor
those who have not been nurtured.

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