Hurricanes in New York–or at least
the threat of them–remind me of absinthe shots
and lower west side apartments by the water;
an old black lab mix; “My Heart Will Go On”
in painful falsetto; wind ripping through clothing
and trees like they were the same; gourmet
Manhattan supermarkets underneath scaffolding
(no one knows
it’s just going to be a tropical storm); and you.
Hurricanes in New York remind me of you.