xxi.
I've forgotten to mention
the fear.
It's been building in my stomach
since I made the choice
to go on uptown and find this girl.
Now it's a pit in there,
boiling and making me
hot.
A nervous funky heat
that's building,
knowing that I might
be wild and drunk
and not know at all
what the fuck I'm doing.
xxii.
I'm off.
Walking on the platform
as a train passes by me,
going to
where I came.
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