I push through every demographic
-- all clad in black.
New Yorkers trudge through the slush
like a swarm of flies
zig-zagging,
hurtling forward in
near-misses.
I smile at everyone
and no one
in particular.
Disguised in my dark pea coat,
I am a Monarch in fly's clothes.
I am glowing,
unnoticed
like a nightlight in an empty bedroom.
She is finally mine
and she will have me too
and it's the scariest kind of relief
to be mutually in love.
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