All the way down, fog.
Who left the lights on?
How come none of the windows open
on high rises?
Terrible air. Terrible forced air. How does your airconditioner work. The flip top panel was broken when I got here, for the record.
I don't understand how you can concentrate
when twin panes of 1/4" glass are standing in the way
of sticking your head out and screaming good morning
to the streets below. Nothing but fog all the way down,
they'll hear you if you really open those jaws.
How's the bird cage? Ten high sky all steely n'at. There was supposed to be rain. You promised! All fog. All wonderful... stilled rain let me out!
On the river the tugboats go. Bitty bees. In to and out of the low whales.
All I want is to put my elbows on the sill.
Hang my hands 40 stories up. A slashing ask, I know.
What is Manhattan if breath is muzzled?
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