tiptoeing through the used condoms 
strewn on the piers 
off the west side highway 
sunset behind the skyline of jersey 
walking towards the water 
with a fetus holding court in my gut 
my body highjacked 
my tits swollen 
I'm sore 
the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of 
I could wake up screaming sometimes 
but I don't 
I could step off the end of this pier 
but I've got shit to do 
and I've an appointment on tuesday 
to shed uninvited blood and tissue 
I'll miss you I say to the river 
to the water 
to the son or 
daughter I thought better of 
I could fall in love with jersey at sunset 
but I leave 
the view 
to the rats 
and tiptoe back