…or, “This Is What I Get For Watching Historical Documentaries”
Sometimes
As I walk around Lower Manhattan
I imagine that I am walking in the company
Of Alexander Hamilton
Showing him the city that he built
The financial engine of the world
A system that he put in motion
We walk past the columns of the stock market
Looming mere feet from where his house once stood
Then along Rector Street
Past the churchyard
Where he lies buried
And each time
As my mind wanders
I am gripped by the same inescapable truth:
Sweet toad-fucking Christ I’m a dork.
