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I will blow air into your mouth like this it’s called a kiss oh and I’m holding your collar right here just in case you try to run away and go play stickball or something with Billy because Jilly told … Continue reading
The hidden newsprint of the universe and its unreported sorrows carried on the shoulders and in the heart of a young woman on a bike who pedals with furious intent between blurred and urgent breaks of line.
Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.
I also saw Anya on that trip, though our meeting was unplanned. I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and a bright green tank-top walking in my … Continue reading
Shrouded in white fire, barred from true exit, she, a marvelous and fearful shudder, is torn mysteriously from dreams rounded by the sleep of babes fitted to gallows.
Ready or not, here I come. I can still hear my voice, calling out, a bright echo in an archival loop. Hide and seek was a game we used to play all the time. At my … Continue reading
I won’t say Tracy was the first girl I ever fell in love with, but she was definitely my first obsession. I was sixteen at the time, she was fifteen. She was a friend of my friend, Camille, … Continue reading
Today: Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed … Continue reading
Ready or not, here I come. I can still hear my voice calling out, a bright echo in a jagged loop. Hide and seek was a game we used to play all the time. At … Continue reading