At night she sparkles
Like a drag queen on the way to the club
A chain link fence of car radios
Emitting from her neck
An aroma of festive solitude
Doused in the perfume of Linguini Marinesca
As weekend warriors and college dropouts
Disco along her waist
Forging a leather belt from
The Battery to the Heights
Crude and refined
Like our aunts and grandmothers
She watches our missteps and
Teases with fierce tenderness
Blushes if the men on the pier
Start whistling
The Hudson River
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