tiptoeing through the used condoms

strewn on the piers

off the west side highway

sunset behind the skyline of jersey

walking towards the water

with a fetus holding court in my gut

my body highjacked

my tits swollen

I'm sore

the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of

I could wake up screaming sometimes

but I don't

I could step off the end of this pier

but I've got shit to do

and I've an appointment on tuesday

to shed uninvited blood and tissue

I'll miss you I say to the river

to the water

to the son or

daughter I thought better of

I could fall in love with jersey at sunset

but I leave

the view

to the rats

and tiptoe back