Lauren, 1st and 8th

Somewhere out in the cosmos

There’s a map of

New York

And on certain street corners

Scrawled under the bold type

Of green and white street signs

Are the names of the women

I’ve kissed there

The cartography of my life left

in spit and lipstick and the echos of heckles

On those sidewalks

Just like the residue

Of old, chewed gum 

Squashed under foot

But still remaining

For those who know

To look for it.