Do you remember when we couldn’t sleep?

So we got up and got dressed and went out

into the city of others and lights,

and I took the C and you took the 7,

and we hadn’t been talking and had no

plan or prearranged place to rendezvous

but we met in Times Square, amidst the ghosts

of suicides, who carried shopping bags

with their lives in them. And in the station,

we got the A train and had a knife fight,

and rolled around in one of those new cars

with saucy gyro wrappers on the floor—

and we cut ourselves to shreds, and bled out,

and I forgot you, and you forgot me.