Oct. 30, 2012
A View from Fire Escapes
We've got a different view
from the fire escapes,
Huddled up for warmth,
wind pinching
our cheeks,
our ears,
every inch of flesh we've left exposed.
Our knuckles have it worst,
clutching our cigarettes stubbornly.
We are determined addicts!
Addicted to laughs,
and coughs,
and smiles,
Addicted to dancing
and shaking the rafters,
1, 2, 3, TURN!
1, 2, 3, BACK!
1, 3, Turn
and run into each other,
crashes of laughter,
Slumping to the floor
in our drunken whirlwind.
In between numbers,
we steal back to the fire escapes,
Holding hands,
wondering how we got here.
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