they say sometimes it's not safe to walk alone

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There is not one street in Brooklyn

Without a memory

Waiting for me to turn a corner

And run into it.

9th
16th

Bergen and degraw...

The past knocks me over

Like an unexpected wind.

The memory is fuller
 than what is here now.

The stark contrast
Cutting,
Grating,
Scraping,
my skin.

To watch a memory
Is not the same as to live.