Tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers of the westside highway
sunset behind the skyline of jersey
walking toward the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body hijacked
my tits swolen and 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 got shit to do
and an appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
i'll miss you
i say 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.