I am okay not being in love
Because today I rode co-pilot to Jersey City.
We turned the radio up too high
Bass beating through our sternums
My veins felt heavy and full of life
We got lost within our own selves.
The Pulaski skyway was infinite
Two lanes of swerving interchanging iron mess
Yet we rode on- laughing out too loud
We parked and strode toward our temporary MEcca
Humans grouped along the pier’s edge: our pilgrimage
To the shining titans of metropolis
And seeing New Manhattan
Towering over the Hudson
Shimmering red orange purple hues of promise
Felt warmer than any embrace
Too beautiful and consuming were our iron giants
To worry about being in love
Sarah Beth Kaye