I BREATHE THE OXYGEN
THAT LACKS IN THESE
BUSHWICK STREETS.
I TAKE CABS HOME
AFTER HAVING BUTT SEX
WITH THIS MONTH'S LATEST
CONQUEST. I AM ALIVE.
I SIT AND TYPE ON MY COMPUTER
AND THE BIRDS CHIRP OUTSIDE.
I GO TO THE BATHROOM. ALIVE!
I EAT. I BRUSH MY TEETH. I'M THE
MOST FREQUENT FLYER
OF ONE NIGHTS STANDS.
I'LL NEVER TEXT HIM AGAIN.
I AM ALIVE. I AM. I SWEAR.
I SEE THE SUN RISE AND SET
IN FROM EAST TO WEST.
I RUN. I JUMP. I PLAY BASKET
BALL. I AM ALIVE.
I JUST FEEL DEAD
SOMETIMES.
ÑETA.
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