Tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers of the westside highway
sunset behind the skyline of Jersey
walking toward the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body hijacked
my tits swolen and sore
the river has more colors at sunset
than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don't
I could step off the end of this pier
but I got shit to do
and an appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss you
I say to the water, to the son or daughter
I thought better of
I could fall in love with Jersey at sunset
but I leave the view to the rats
and tiptoe
back.
