The Willow Tree Between Elizabeth and Mott Street

 When the feeling reached the

Willow outside I knew the

Windows were covered six

Stories deep in lazing tragedy.

I thought bathing in pain

Must be kind of sweet

For the tree to choose

This alley between Elisabeth and Mott st.

Masochists   dots of leaves

Facing the floor  looking down draping

But if we both do  Me from the roof

We’ll never get the chance to meet

Is it really a future if we’re destined to watch videos of people watching videos of watching?