up the grimy steps at the Broadway/Lafayette
station, bodies pressed on all sides of me
wind blowing the smell of piss
date at the coffee shop on University Place, but
not thinking, bodies jostling around me, I cross
toward Prince and Spring and later I’m passing Franklin
and Worth into foreign symbols, foreign
tongues, red paper trash floating, torn
dragon heads, Chinatown—
a paper dragon flying high across a building, swimming, leaping
through air, looking at me
dark ink eyes, red tail flailing, talking to me:
baby float on over here, you’re the sun burning
through the sky
you’re a hole in the blue
you burn out my ink dark eyes