New Year’s Eve was mangled
in heaps of bodies heaving back and forth
like an angry sea –
We beat the rain
but were stopped by the cover charge.
Everyone pushed around in such a way
where some were trying to make it to the new year first –
And others wanted to hide in bathrooms
and under lovers.
Abandon your purses under bars,
lose your identity so the spirits of the new era
don’t recognize you and you can start
with a new name,
a new mission.
Drowning in liquor and kisses from strangers
we spill into the streets of Queens
with her 24-hour fruit stands
and public indecency.
We wake up with our IDs tucked neatly in our pockets –
In places foreign to us.
But we are as we were only hours before
when we had more time
and less headaches.