Curses -for Evan I. I hope they open a Papaya King on every corner of your block The green and orange glow from their signs Conjuring up those late nights on the stoop eating Classics and knishes People-watching in St. Mark’s Drunken students buying fake jewelry And you and I trying to stretch our time Genuinely convinced “If we stay out longer the summer will go by slower” II. May all your remaining summers blur together, passing Faces through the windows of the D train That you just missed. And when the next express comes in The car you step on smells always of me Forcing you back Again, your eyes closed, Manhattan bound, running Your fingers through the mangos and coconut trapped in the curls of my hair
III. Forever will the neighbors breach the beige walls of Your apartment with the sounds of Leon Bridges They’re making love to “Coming Home”
Call me on the number I changed Two months ago too late.