my dear city

at 8 am on saturday the jack hammers on 8th ave. started outside our window, and i cursed you and your old pipes. we tuned static on the radio and called 311, but there was no change. i thought our day would be lost to miserable sleeplessness. then, your convenience occurred to me. i called my pharmacy and had earplugs delivered. they cost 3$. no minimum, though i would have paid any price, and after we slept until 2.
thank you for being the best and the worst of all things,

1 comment:

Miss Marisol said...

ah, yes. manhattan is a great enemy and wonderful lover all at once, isn't she?