by J. Bradley
I like my sex like Bushwick,
lose myself in you as a tourist
of poverty.
The repo person rubs gloved
hands, staring at my tenuous
authenticity. What will I pawn
to maintain my street cred?
Every episode of Girls
is a chapter of the soon
to be popular children’s book
Where The White People Are.
I’m sorry I don’t know the best
subway routes. I’m not Park Slope
enough for your love.