A juice aisle flooded with ideas of choices—

            take me to the watering hole.

No, I do not feel burdened by geography or history
No, that is not an alright peace.

I am not okay with what I do not know.

Women from other times and time zones,           lend me gratefulness

or will to heretic                                                                                     
or at least, a small prayer

to shake it down.

Dear Josephine, everything has changed since you were here. No one wants the city.
Least of all me. That great myth, New York like a lover, put it out of your head now.
And forget about drinking the water. Raise your hands.

Pound your feet.