Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Tiptoe

By ani difranco

Tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers
off the west side highway
sunset behind the skyline of Jersey
walking towards the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body hijacked
my tits swollen
I'm sore
the river has more colors at sunset
than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don't
I could step off the end of this pier
but I've got shit to do
and I've an appointment on Tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss you I say to the river
to the water
to the son or
daughter I thought better of
I could fall in love with Jersey at sunset
but I leave
the view
to the rats
and tiptoe back

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