Liz Isenberg
The Brooklyn Bridge
rules to rememberdon't wait up for youthe cab ride's not worth itexcept for the view of the Brooklyn Bridge in the morningwaited by the cornermet a manhe thought my eyes were nicehe liked my shoes toohe had a split lipand a black eyeand his neck was bleedinghe had a split lipand a black eyeand his neck was bleedinghe said goodnightyou showed up drunkyou'd gotten lostand you're sorry, but you're tiredand you need to go to sleepno fucking big planswill keep you here tonighthow I must be crazyfor driving all that wayfor someone who doesn't love me back
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