Sitting cross-legged on the Manhattan Bridge, completely alone, barely 5 feet away from the passing train, leaning my head on the metal fence, looking down at the rushing river a hundred feet below through a crack in the pavement, and writing a poem in my mind (my latest one).
Would absolutely recommend. It heals.
May 5
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