After Hours

It’s tension. This talk
of the temporary. No shelter—
but a stretch 

to represent. I
would not live 

in a tent. To go
to parties means meeting
a man who says: 

“Let’s light up
the Third Avenue Bridge.” 

Not burn it
down. That’s a different party
on a different night. 

Because the darkness can
be so random I rarely go
out without my torch.

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