Damn Yankees!
Over on Facebook last week, I posed a question -- "If you could make me write a poem, what would it be about?" -- and got some interesting responses that I've been letting marinate in the hopes that one of them would break through my current case of writer's block. Yesterday, determined to read something new at 13, I went with Cory's prompt -- "A gentrification poem in the voice of a subway car. Locale and line your choice." -- and ended up with one of the oddest poems I've ever written, in terms of how it evolved from the first line to the complete first…