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Make a cross of wood 

Computer plug broken in frustration
tripped in New York city


Lincoln road
big sunglasses
big bag
big blonde hair
big dreams

I look at crosses from merchant 
                                                      the second off meridian
across from the art center he makes his own jewels of Jesus and Mother Mary
and that angel

oh

Gabriel

Decide between the rustic cross or the black wooden beads
he takes dirty metal pliers and applies them to the bottom of the cross
and he rips it apart to make a new necklace for me and asks me to join him and take a seat

I do nervously
not wanting to join in on an uncomfortable conversation

I place my bag down
on the dirty ground
while the sun peaks through the clouds of a rainy day onto my face as I look at the ground

we discuss my future 
                                   where I’ve been 
where I’m going

I lie about my age saying I’m 23
so that I don’t seem as naive as every other 21 year old wondering the street
seeking VIP 
                    I seek orphans in Romania
trafficked for a quick buck 
                     I seek adventure and the unknown

and possibly no communication with my world for 12 weeks?

He blesses my beads and promises protection 
I don’t remember his name
as I’m sure many don’t either

I walk towards Britto 
talk to Tony with the black suit
and the colorful tie
We discuss artwork and change and how things are made and never made again
Thank God for eBay

I leave with a firm handshake and question my new acquaintances
Always thinking that I was so forward 

so socially proud

being approached and not approaching
letting life take me hard

I arrive at Starbucks and get a usual latte
using their terminology “tall” instead of small
how deceiving

and two old men that look to be homeless battle in a game of chess
switching the pieces back and forth and tapping the white box that records …

I don’t know

And they continue in this fashion
laughing and enjoying this quick witted game the man next to me throws a pack of cigarettes to a black man on a skateboard and he says thanks
while I quickly grab my bag and bring it closer 

“Hey you can have one, but I’m not that rich”