City sits on tips of tongues,
licking her way down.
Braces of train tracks and electric wires,
running tongue, licking teeth.
She fucks, and she fucks hard.
Skyscrapers and the man
on Belmont and the expressway
with a coin cup.
And her sisters saying no thanks,
I don’t do that stuff
to junkie cousins.
It’s a rough kind of admiration.
It hurts.