Joy

We cannot help who we are, we are riddled with hope, even in the light of years now of this complicating factor, she says We can't un-know this, and she is right and wrong all at once, we are covered in visors, we are none the wiser, this year comes to an end and we have the audacity to pray something may be different. I wear bright red lipstick to an audience of none, New York City tip toes past the evening as Alphabet City lies quiet, I know you feel broken but this year gave you all sorts of gifts you could never have shoplifted for yourself, they had to come to you through pain, you'll remember them as hard-earned when you look back on them, 

and you will look back on them. 

A new year arrives. We walk into it quietly, hesitant, but determined. 

The only way to human
is ahead.