silentbob tiptoeing through the used condoms strewn on the piers off the west side highway. sunset behind the skyline of jersey. walking towards the water with a fetus holding court in my gut. my body high-jacked, my tits swollen, i'm sore. the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of. i could wake up screaming sometimes, but i don't. i could step off the end of this pier, but i've got shit to do and i've an appointment on tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue. i'll miss you, i say to the river, to the water, to the son or daughter i thought better of. i could fall in love with jersey at sunset, but i leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back.

Ani difranco
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