When I first got here

I felt the way I feel

when I meet a dark and sexy boy

and KNOW that he will never love me back 

because I can’t play poker 

or do a train robbery with him.

But then one day you’re sipping soup 

in a vegan café in Williamsburg

and you burn your tongue.

You suddenly realize that the City

has been wearing slippers

and a pink robe

all along.

Meanwhile your trail dress

has been picking all the dirt

and you really should have left

your tiara home.

Rejoice.

You’re the lonely Queen

of Nothingness.