New York Confession New York was hard to find only if I pealed the onion, I can pray for sleep to overtake the stumble, into place and stumble out, never saw what’s in front of my face: Life’s jugglers, clowns, the beat masters of three card monte, I won then the stakes got higher in a city of nightmares, morning, afternoon, night feel like different places unless troubled, they merged into one, I was awake through all waiting for the city to let me go forced to sing myself to supper by climbing the highest mountains the trees in The Village. On 2nd street, and Avenue C I was lost, even with obvious nomenclature of the corner smack in the middle in the intersection, my arms stretched out, Jesus, 4 AM, begging for crucifixion. Timothy Gager is the author of fifteen books of fiction and poetry. His latest, Spreading Like Wild Flowers, is his eighth of poetry. Timothy hosted the successful Dire Literary Series in was the co-founder of The Somerville News Writers...
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