On Marcy Avenue,
beneath
the above-ground
subway platform
for
the Jay, eM, Zee
a
teenage girl
bounces her
very large
breasts
in
barely a bra
beneath
an
orange T-shirt
a size
too small,
at Havemeyer,
she stops
and bounces on
her high-heeled sandal,
puts one hand on her hip,
looks at her friend
and says,
“I told her,
‘I love your
tranny ass
but I don’t like you like that’.”
Poetry