Poem: New York

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Entry.

Vilify me.

Remove my organs.

Make love to me.

Hide the heart.

My blood is pounding.

A waterfall against my ventricles.

Thicken the sentiment,

maybe it will stick

and my body will work properly again.

Where did the falsity come from?

Feeling in a place overpopulated

is as useless as breathing over the dead sea.

Deprived of Oxygen.

Starving for Love.

 

 

A Year Ago

A year from today I was packing my things for New York City. Here are a few images of my first month there that I never posted. They are Fall beginning, and this year I won’t have a fall, and I won’t be in Brooklyn. I’ll be in Asia. Here’s to New York. NYC_post01

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