Self (2005)

tracing faint New Britain snow with my nine year old nose
pressed against Cadillac windows that brought me back
to the soul of Chinatown, immigrant vendors,
Tribeca the terrific, the godly towers.

from the workers' E in the sleeping borough
to the lonely 6 that left me feeling old at 17-
during clandestine meetings in Grand Central,
and lost as I worked-

Soho fitting rooms stuffy with Chance by Chanel
and far too beautiful women i hoped to be like someday.