The East is Everywhere
April 28th 2008 I have always trusted my neighbors.
You?
In childhood, they became my family.
At college, perhaps at 3am I had to knock on the ceiling or floor to quiet them down, but it was all love otherwise.
At 18th & T, the gay guys chatted gardens and cuisine with me.
In Pavia, they laughed with me over Mexico’s tendency to adopt new families.
On East 2nd Street in Brooklyn, we cozied up on couches
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