Manhattan
Money
Laijon
Liu 20190212
You
pay Manhattan price
but
you don't make Manhattan money
You
wanna sip Starbucks coffee
but
you count your dollars and changes
This
fucking city is too big
it
swallows you, you become traceless
It
don't matter how long you've stayed
or
how deeply you've loved her
She
won't give a fuck about you
she
wouldn't even see you as a customer
Countless
concrete blocks you've carried
in
midtown, downtown, this or that town
sweating and
on your all fours
you
just stop counting the length of cables
when
the wood plank doors shut
you
drag out your body and dust, like you've survived
but
this city does love you
you
are intimate with her the hardcore ways
by
each brick and pipe you cuddle
and
her metallic rough edges make you bleed
you
suck the blood on your fingers
so
you get a taste of her again, for a cheap price
you
make sidewalk your cafeteria
and
chewing 2 slice $1 pizza
you
smile at the pretty things walking by
they
in and out of nearby glass buildings
they
don't even look at you, you undeserving
low-class,
minimum wage, loading dock people.
