Ms. Garrera’s Rose

New York City NY

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the L train, last car, last stop, two nights ago i was dreaming, sleeping, you woke me up eyes deep brown, hair falling around you i am not in love i am wishing i was. The taco truck, carnitas, three block walk the rose bush under the sick tree in front of Ms. Garrera’s stoop the bodega was drunk the moon was ugly the rats were happy the dog shit showed me the way home