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Close to dark at Pen Station
I caught a cab –
the driver glanced at the note from my coat, said nothing.
Where we waited at a crossing he directed, “Those...are dealers. Ma’am, you’re sure? This address ...is the wrong side of the park.”
I said, yes.
He dropped me there, drove on.
Across the street, two muscly guys were nose to nose, yelling –
veins bulging in their necks.
I turned my back,
pulled a hoodie over my hair –
banged on the door.
After what felt like forever,
a window opened on the second floor – my dozy friend stuck out his head.
I settled in, tested my bed,
then Howard led me down the stairs,