“The Island of Foodies” [by Major Jackson]

Since that first kiss in the lobby on Boerum Hill

I've fallen in love with Brooklyn, and the risky, yellow ledges
of
subway platforms, and the way a small pinpoint of light
emerges out of
darkness to whisk me away, if I want,
to the island of bankers and
foodies. A village of monarchs
flickers in my knees when she’s
around. All I want
is the pure speed of our hands pressing through the
years,
and occasionally, to eat scrambled eggs at midnight
and her
full-throated eyes, which will not apologize
for learning to sing as men fell
from skies like popped balloons.

— from Memorious (2008)