Manhattan Love

By BRIGIT KELLY YOUNG

the stars are dust on gray carpet
unvacuumed
and a man with a newspaper beret
makes a wish on a rat

this city
will one day be ruled by fish
silent as the tombstone of myths
this girl with the red shoes
will one day
have bunions
and our necks that crane
to look for stars
like the insane do
gazing for new endings
in the fated
will one day
bend together
like kissing swans
and you’ll love me
through this wishy washy
star-blind
borough

 

Brigit Kelly Young’s poetry and fiction have appeared in journals that include Gargoyle MagazineDrunken Boat MagazineThe North American ReviewEclectica MagazineMidwestern Gothic and 2 River View.

Manhattan Love

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