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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 highjacked
My tits swollen and 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 got shit to do
And 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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