I’ve grown skinny in new york citynIts okay, I’m back home sleep til, noon listening to shape shiftersnon my way to borrow foreign movies from the librarynnDid they teach you French in new york?nDid I learn to shave my face close with dial soap and a butter knife?nHow to slickly wipe a sweaty palm on your pants thigh before shaking hands firm with the shadiest show promoters?nnYou know its hardnYou know its hardnYou know its hardnYou know its hard for a single person to fold queen size bed sheetsnYou left my hat in the backseatnYou left your hat the backseatnYou might come backnTo go back to school, Get a job downtownnnIts coolnJust make sure to get out of here by DecembernGo to California, go to HawaiinCincinnati sucks in the winternYou know that like the bump on the back of your necknit sucks the leaves from the treesnAnd by the time the snows meltingnThey always find four or five hanging by beltsnfrom the train trestles or in empty parking lotsnSlit wrists, slit wristsnnI know, I knownall beautiful places are prone to natural disaster