New York City Summer (The Wrecker)

The sweat pours;
my forehead –
brine bathed with
familiar salts.

The sweat pours
From every pore –
on your favorite shirt:
the one we mistook
for “Joey” –
now resembles “hoe,”
upside down:
the same position when
we satisfied each other –
father and daughter.



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