every corner turned
is a world denied
because i never like my chicken fried
i avoid west philly

but is it really
a good reason to be hidden
allowing in only pain that is sudden
so that every bad thing is a surprise

all my good friends are guys
and all my women are full of extreme lows and highs
until i stop and think: boy, they're sweet
like a freshly cracked pinata in the first spring heat