You were going blind-- on our
Fourth day in Manhattan. The evenings started
Getting darker earlier and
We sat on a marble step with our fingers and looked up as the stock market ticker
Changed to a Jenny Holzer poem. I said how
She must be losing her shit or else the programmer got fired and he's over and was already over It
When he keyed it in, seeing as all the A's had been replaced by 4's.
"Like "IT DOES ME NO GOOD 4T 4LL"".
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