Feeling

Nothing to say
About loneliness when
Your skin feels it so
Much that you retract
Into numbness

When I smelled New York

And the exhaust was
Thick with pigeon feet
Thick on my skin
Like old makeup
Oxidized caked
Onto my face and
Turning into corkboard
Sandwiches of people fat
Cornerstone secretions
Oozing like caramel
On a dusty August afternoon
In the summer that no one wants
To remember
And old steps from old shoes
From old roads
So old that a creature has
Lived and died on every square inch