I am here I am back in NYC again.
I woke this day to the release of bus exhaust
and toddler cries, amazed that I slept, batted
a beam of squeezed city sun from my eye and sat up.
It’s time I was a reliable conductor of
these cascading passengers named each
different types of anxieties one by one
by one thousand if the train leaves the
station too early or uptown rather
than down leaving the cavity
of my wordless mouth in its place
before I can step onto the platform
the brainpan vacated like-