White Pigeons

I will wait for you here, outside Mount Sinai hospital

It gives me no olfactory pleasure

Sitting in those empty waiting rooms

Quiet, with that old man scent

I despise that scent

It reminds me of the day I was born

It reminds me of your pains

It reminds me of being 

put in my place

Yes we are strapped 

and we haggle for the dailies

you like a naked monkey pissing and shitting in a bowl

I the reluctant manchild still sucking from a womb

swirl it around in my mouth, yet

refuse ever to let reality's bitter chemicals parch my throat

No sweet there is today, no retribution

Only an old man sifting through the garbage behind Mount Sinai hospital

Clock Tower, 2020. Photo by me.