Max Sheppard

2-Dichotomously Queer

It’s New York. You know because it’s the only city in America where heads hang high, and limbs lay limp: a child resting in his mother’s arms and under her smile; a senior leaning on the rails of an NYC fire escape, gazing at night’s gems – none of them breathing. The night engulfs the patronizing, metronomic siren circling the city on 18 wheels: it’s inside time.