we're stereotypes,
you & I. YOU : the Brooklyn-born
I-talian with
gold chains roped beneath
an open collar; and ME :
the fleshy, swollen
pregnant gal gasping
for air on a landing. you
watch me ascend the
flight of stairs, worried.
"christ's motha ! you gonna make it ?"
laughing, I nod. "yeah."
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