- New York, I Loved You
I loved you, New York.
The way, at first, Tina loved Ike, loved even the winged Effort of his anger, loved his punch-drunk backhand in flight,
Loved even the Staten Island of him, his absurd cost Of living, his paper bag-Thunderbird heart in the Bowery;
The way Sid loved Nancy, loved her hard-break Lexington Ave, Loved her spine wet with August effort and dead eyes dying
In the Chelsea Hotel—I loved you—though it’s easy to see My love was unrequited as a Queens-bound 7, late
On a Sunday night. I loved you, New York and when I did I was a coin falling from the hand above water,
I was a lost spoon in the weeds of East Harlem, I was Blur and bother, Bed-Stuy to Morningside, and I loved you
Even leaving. [End Page 169]
Joseph Voth is an assistant professor of English at College of the Canyons near Los Angeles. His first collection of poems, Living with Noise, was published by Northshore Press in 2011.