we dozed on a mattress
rattling overtop the yellow line,
dreams buzzing to the
arrival of each subway car.
how hard we fought to
wake together, and
walk among hundreds
on this cold palate
of concrete, between the
pointed teeth of buildings,
unclear if in these shadows
we are sheltered, as
mouthbrood roe, or simply
waiting, to be consumed.
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