It is impossible to hear in New York City.
So much shouting and so many machines
make it an exercise in futility. It does.
There is no hope of hearing Blake when
he yells, "You ran into my truck you fuck!"
or the duly appointed voice of the MTA
thanking you for patronizing their services--
"Thank you for riding with MTA NYC transit"--
through the headphones blaring Absolutely
Sweet Marie into your naked hollow ear:
"to live outside the law you must be honest."
No hope.
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