New York City skyline at night

Poetry

 

 


Hilary Sideris


Oh What Would I Give

to be somewhere else—far from this house,
this couch, your dad, watching TV's deep
golden fries & pickup trucks—luxurious
but tough; to walk on a street where
humanity, the real thing, passes by,
high-heeled, made-up, trench-coated,
tied, accented, asking, Which way

to Broadway? Remember the Arabic
herb store on Bleecker, no doubt a chic
boutique by now, where I bought zatter
& ras el hanout,
which they took from me
on the plane? What week do you think
I could come this spring? I'm there,
as soon as I can dump this cane.

 

 

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