flâneur

Boston by Aaron Smith - Poems | Academy of American Poets

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I've been meaning to tell

I’ve been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth that’s about to chomp down on the crooked steel teeth of the city, I remember the desperate things we did and that I stumble down sidewalks listening to the buzz of street lamps at dusk and the crush of leaves on the pavement, Without you here I’m viciously lonely and I can’t remember the last time I felt holy, the last time I offered myself as sanctuary * I watched two men press hard into each other, their bodies caught in the club’s bass drum swell, and I couldn’t remember when I knew I’d never…

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