Broadway is Burning

Broadway is burning, Our calcetines on fire

It looks like a riot, a sign of the times

Just yesterday I saw two people

walking the city streets in bedroom slippers

padding down second avenue

like the corridor of a mental hospital.

They must have forgotten to

distinguish their costumes,

to separate the inside from the outside

As for me garbage bags in blazes

citizens in slippers,

the more the outside looks like my inside

the more at home I feel

with my living room in flames

and my head on fire

A Poem by Suzanne Goldenberg

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