Jason B. Crawford

For JoJo, after “Feel Alright” I watch a couple braid their hands on the A train; not sure if they gripped each other so tightly because of the fearof the pretty human sitting next to them. This city lacks the space for me to yell or sing at my loudest shrill when I am lonely. …

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