she lives in the city
This is not embroidered pillows at Grandma Frimi’s.
This is not the greatest place to land your ass.
This is not where you phone Planned Parenthood.
This might be kayaking on the river.
But this is not the tune your dad sings inspired by the cardinals.
This is not perspiration only the A train can manifest.
This is not that Vietnamese sandwich with extra hoisin.
This is not 4AM perogies.
This might be pollution pleading that you stay.
But this is not the cruel men who climb the six floor walk up.