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[your_superqueen]

Brooklyn Bridge is Falling Down

Brooklyn Bridge, I crossed you once,
and then you double-crossed me.

You, tall bricks stacked to last, to pass
the time standing strong as elephants
while I cling desperate as wires wooed
by the wind.

We hang suspended, our arms a trestle
separating me from you, yesterday from tomorrow.

The suspension is killing me-
I can’t hold this weight alone.

I can’t wait for you to fix your grip
and I think of London in the springtime.

Rain is falling heavy and hot, stinging
my shoulders, arms & hands-I’m groping
for a crack to hold onto, someplace
to slip my fingers now that your hands
are gone.

Brooklyn Bridge, I suspended disbelief
to cross you in good spirits, but
returned home conquered and frail.