My city she is

My city she is a fever dream,

she is a hot kiss on the mouth, she is

turbulent and the ruling goddess of my life.

And sometimes she is too kind to understand

and sometimes she is

a frigid bitch. 

Lake Walks

My sister goes to school

in Oswego.

If you walk too far out of your

dorm in a snowstorm,

you could fall into the lake.

But when it's sunny

these quasi Canadians sunbathe

or throw rocks at each other

and the spiders.

They have a seawall

which you're not supposed to walk on

because if you don't time it right

the tide will come in

and you'll drown

(or be rescued and arrested by the coast guard).

So naturally
doing so is
 a rite of passage.

I preferred to sit on the beach

and watch autumn roll in

across the lake 

down from the great

frozen

North.

SUNY Oswego is

one of New York State's many state schools.