NEW YORK

 

In the morning, we order bagels and coffee.
Leaving this city means finding another
with places that will bring breakfast
to the apartment on a Saturday morning
where the only thing I can do is watch

Spring happen outside my open window.
Of all the places I’ve ever lived, this is the one
I understand the least. But I don’t really need to
to be here, so maybe that’s why I stay.

In the same way I exit parties, I imagine one day,
just waking up and then going without a word,
as Spring happens, outside.