The East Village

Wanda Phipps

morning poem #42 8:30 a.m. and I'm a Chelsea girl overlooking the Irish Rep and a lone tree full of golden leaves bends in front of the Greyhound Elevator Corp. or is it the Metropolitan Elevator Corp. or is it both next to the Stanwick Building leather jacket weather but already the sun coming down on bundled cyclist hard to imagine after last night's chilly post curry walk under a ringed full moon "The Importance of Being Earnest" posters me implying intrigue and mischief all catty-corner to the Buddhist Meditation Center but I have to go sit at The Big Cup: 2nd biggest gay pickup joint next to the Barracuda of course--I'm waiting for the true mirror