Sighting

Sighting 7/27

Among the faces of Times Square I see dead relatives
walking places where hookers turned themselves out

They are wearing the old uniforms                I <3 NY shirts
and baseball caps with Yankee logos

Hollow eyes coin-fill and bending bone fingers
carry purses                backpacks                shopping bags

Here I find a curled frail woman                unrelated
amongst all this morbid touristing

I grab her hand and help her to a subway entrance
tell her it will be alright that I cannot control reminiscence