Summer of Moving Song (TO B CHOREOGRAPHED)
Bestie and her partner
A 5'11 nonbinary mustachioed carpenter
Helped load all my things into bins
West willy to south bklyn
These are cardinal directions
Year-old whims and their resurrections
She doubled parked on 8 avenue
Where strollers and mopeds corkscrew
Thru Chunghwa smoke and Torontonian ash
Where Mr. Law only takes rent in cash
880$ later I entered
To a broken AC from last year's renter
In the 87 degree room we labored n sweat
Mr. Law foolishly exchanged threats
By mansplaining to a rageful 5'3 brunette
Bestie hightailed and left when he interjected
What can I say? Caused. And affected
Alone in the blueblack of that night
I helped Mr. Law book his flight
JFK -> Doha -> HK -> Hoisan, airspaces prohibited
Overall, this interaction exhibited:
Digital literacy gap Attachment styles
Microcurrents of regret Socioanthropology
What else could happen?
Everything. This isn't Wall st Manhattan
I got lost there during my train connection
Yet somehow helped a guy w directions
In Flatbush I experienced a librarian's abuse
And passed another two interviews
Then spent all my mooney
For a bootcamp at CUNY
That week, smog clouded the shore
Unbudged by torrential downpour
Fruitstalls emit their aura
Cyclospora
Also I watched a man drown
And my roommate is a clown
(Who doesn't own a bed)
Do you regret it?
No, I'm not overcome by dread or phobias
Just choked by the 21st century myopia
One week leaves much unfinished
But my joy won't be diminished
I can't wait to help Felix navigate bureacracy
And gossip over noodles and hypocrisy
And find my conference bestie her habibi
Even tho I'm so sleepy
Everything's for a reason, the struggles n strife
Good morning to the rest of my life :D