I am in a dangerous mood right now.
All I want to do is kiss monsters
American or otherwise,
to walk in any weather singing
underbreath about love and wind.
There is a sound of Tuesday
pulled from your hair.
So easily, I fall in love
with years.
Earth, grown
and dying,
I call your name
from Brooklyn
then take the 4 train
to 16th street.
I will come back,
but for how long?
Everything is on fire.
What voices, thighs, avenues
will be left in time?
Friday, May 16, 2008
Flask by Amanda Deutch
After JKD's "After Fall"
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WOW! This is great, Amanda. I could stop writing now.... but instead I think I will try and reword more, to get myself up to the challenge of language as exciting as this is. I like how harsh the juxtapositions feel. You in NYC? Feels so like the city of it, the heat and hardness of angles and people in urban space. Fab!!!!!
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