::01:23:08::

::: Girls with orange skirts don’t ride trains

I think he was trying to ruin Brooklyn
by putting his face next to my orange metrocard
telling me the city was to small for his bones
and reminding me
that his mother
never liked the shirts I wore

and of course I wanted to say
but I was five years old once
I ate ice cream
I had favorite television shows
I prayed to God
- before you ever kissed me
but instead I stared out the window
like this city could save me
where man and God had failed

Written by: ~ Daniela Scrima