down in the city i am living in freetown
or is it greenblade
no. i can’t go home til after ten;
i am living with my sister.
the whole of the Bronx is burned. it is now a new section of Syracuse named greenblade.
mutant children line the bridges, throwing boulders.
the GW Bridge lit up in neon: “THE WAY OUT”.
all the old Bronx architecture demolished: burnt to the ground.
i work at a lingerie boutique down in New Manhattan. finally my sister shows up with my name and address.
“you mean to tell me the Bronx is gone?” i ask the boys.
“well…here. lemme show you a map.” it is all New Syracuse now. The mutants live there and it’s best not to comment on them.
there are lobster claw people and a shrine/garbage dump to the remnants of smoking, with all the artifacts in white.
(no one smokes).
“don’t go home til after 10.”
“Razor’s gonna do something then. did you meet Razor?”
“yeah. he seemed nice.”
“well,” she sniffs, obviously jealous.
it is a communal arrangement. old as i am, i am to get a job in the sex trade as soon as possible.
it’s pretty much the only career path left.
a green cat.
all the mutants at the round table.