I was sure about new york even before you physically removed the bourbon laughter from the table/convince me about the spring foams on your back/share me with you, me/me with the escalating mice that dig our metaphorical cheeses, they melt under arm sweat in this new york capital sugar fumes/fatty cubes removed from the bucket/they're our mice!! ours!/they belong to us/in our outdated moans, hollow like infected webs & they belong to this foot/our foot, we shared with one sad pinky tail/swish your arms in a manner of urban glitter so it sticks to your every word/physically removed/convinced of the ache in my spine/physically/sitting so the cross of my pipes holds enough ramen for you to start heaving again/I hear ramen is like a jellied ninja to determine your official new york virginity/also shame pancakes/syrup body soak/each day.