WHEN WE FINALLY MAKE IT HOME FROM OUR HOUR LONG TRAIN RIDE FROM THE CITY
BACK TO THE BROOKLYN JUNGLE WHERE WE'RE LIVING
IN THAT, WAY TOO FAR, ALWAYS GRITTY, PART OF NEW YORK CITY,
I CARRY THEM
BECAUSE THOSE FOUR FLIGHTS UP TO THE HEAT WE CAN'T ESCAPE IS TOO MUCH EVEN FOR MY SEASONED LEGS
HUFFING AND PUFFING
THIGHS ACHING
CHEST BURNING
I HATE TO SEE THEM IN PAIN
IMAGINE THE SENSATIONS THEY MUST FEEL HAVING TO WALK SO FAR UP
JUST TO BE LOCKED IN UNTIL THE NEXT WEEKEND BEGINS