or
more credit card debt
in soho
Borough of Lost Boys
or a long run
from yourself
at the y
or well whiskey
on a black
black(ed out) night
or awkwardness
getting caught
staring on the train
or the bodega guy
knowing your favorite
ben and jerry’s flavor
or forgetting
there’s something else
working dawn til dusk
or desperation
to see someone else
in that reflection
love smells like
breathing deeply
alone
noiseless
ok
love smells like
spooning
with that reflection
eyes closed.
Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: Frankie Leone makes no secret about his identity on the Brooklyn MC and his writing brings to mind NYC days that are long gone and buried. More musings can be found at Borough of Lost Boys. No need to be afraid, he’s just a man.
