Flatiron District

 

sober 

we run against ourselves 

 

against our natures 

we face the velocities of others

 

in our interrupting 

in our getting it wrong 

 

we learn too late about

the easy way to go

 

sober we run out

screaming of our homes

 

into the city where girls

once jumped out of flaming windows

 

one hundred years ago

or last Friday?