The ‘new’ New York, even as new as it was, is already a memory of the past. Things are always changing. New York has not. This serves as an homage to the one thing that has stayed stable my entire life. When I grow up, I want to be just like you: Thanks New York.
Two Poems | Ayesha Raees
“in every in-between / I was born ready / yet I have still afforded
to lose / over not having / a house / a man / a body / a life”