If you ever find yourself on the j train ….

Seek the nearest porch to sit on

or a pile of stairs

under a yolk-like sun

that runs it´s heat waves

through your coiled hair.

If you ever visited when I was a little girl ….

You would see abandoned bikes

laying in a field

of sunflowers and black birds

behind rows of

cookie-cutter homes

where the lines of freedom

follow veiny sidewalks

to a fake pot of gold.