This is not the window I imagined
...or perhaps it is
I have sat in many window
...with a laptop or pad
Looking out onto the ‘scape
...and thinking of a StoryBook...something or other.
I do not know what is going on.
Fear is n not knowing and going forward.
I am going to run out of money quickly.
Tomorrow, I am going downtown to look out at that
‘Scape
Get away from the hostility that lies in wait in Harlem
and get meds
I MISS MY BIKE..
This is new and raw…
I feel like I am looking at a really hostile space.
I need to move.
I do not have an id...just the passport and birth certificate.
I waited...procrastinated and now cannot get my driver’s license.
Cutting off Manhattan...or the threat of that ....
Is going to keep alot of people at bay.
I am not certain just how t o
Act...re-act or simply be.
The longer I stay...here.
Too many different types of people…
I heard it in their voices...my parents
My Father’s ...tone…
My Father’s ...ToNe.
What am I staying here for?
No jerking it out. The longer I lie on my back...the worse it is getting….
The city Grumbles along...it was a beautiful day out...folks out to dinner...jogging...shopping...chillin
A skeletal version of what a normal Friday would be like with weather like this.
I am really up
I really just touched my face.
-my parents.
- my sister.
I am here...doing what I have been doing in NYC for the past 10 years …
LURKING.
Happy to Be Alive
...Present, but Not Always Pleasant.
Dire.
I cannot hear any common senhmmmse playing a part in any of this.
Hostile.
It will be just as bad in Atlanta...if not worse.
Hmmm...
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