December 25, 2011
Cuteness is a Landscape
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Portraits - Distillation
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Dr. Zizmor Gently Cleanses Your Skin With a Fruit Wash
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La Grande Dame Est Morte Vive La Grande Dame
Divining for Starters
Chicken
The Hills
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Sarah Rosenthal is the author of the cross-genre book Manhatten and several chapbooks, the most recent of which is called The Animal. Her interview collection A Community Writing Itself: Conversations with Vanguard Writers of the Bay Area was published by Dalkey Archive in 2010. She had has received the Leo Litwak Fiction Award and grant-supported residencies at Vermont Studio Center, Soul Mountain, and Ragdale. She writes curricula for the Developmental Studies Center in Oakland. For more info, please visit acommunitywritingitself.com.
December 24, 2011
Archaeology
December 23, 2011
Midwinter
December 22, 2011
In This Plate, My Loose Follicles Pour Around Me
December 21, 2011
weather or not
Evie Shockley is the author of four collections of poetry—the new black (Wesleyan, 2011), a half-red sea (Carolina Wren Press, 2006) and two chapbooks—as well as the critical study Renegade Poetics: Black Aesthetics and Formal Innovation in African American Poetry (Iowa, 2011). Her poems and essays have appeared recently or are forthcoming in journals and anthologies such as Callaloo, The Nation, Cura, TriQuarterly Online, Contemporary Literature, Black Nature: A Century of African American Nature Poetry, A Broken Thing: Poets on the Line, and Home is Where: An Anthology of African American Poets from the Carolinas. Shockley is Associate Professor of English at Rutgers University, in New Brunswick, New Jersey, where she teaches African American literature and creative writing.
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December 20, 2011
Beware
December 19, 2011
Creche
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December 18, 2011
A Nuisance Story
December 17, 2011
Rose Window I Felt Cold
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December 16, 2011
Saint Festive's Illegitimate Child
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December 15, 2011
Hors de combat
December 14, 2011
BECAUSE THE SHELL HALF-SWALLOWED HER
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December 13, 2011
Owl Pages
December 12, 2011
Unshot
Kate Greenstreet's books are The Last 4 Things and case
sensitive, both from Ahsahta Press. Her site is at kickingwind.com.
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December 11, 2011
In-Sights
Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese regularly publishes translations of contemporary Polish poetry into English. As a translator and writer, she has been involved in the Metropoetica project – ‘Poetry and Urban Space: Women writing cities’ (www.metropoetica.org). She is a contributing editor to Poetry Wales and co-editor of Przekładaniec. A Journal of Literary Translation (Kraków, Poland). Two years ago she moved to Copenhagen. She has been working on a sequence of poems about learning to live in a third language.
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December 10, 2011
the fairly cwen
including Chantry (Chax, 2004) and Birds & Fancies (Shearsman, 2007).
Her long poem, Virginia or the mud-flap girl, is forthcoming from Dusie in 2012; and a section of it, Ancient Celebrity Tune-rot, will appear as a Least Weasel chapbook in fall 2011. Treadwell's work has appeared in a number of anthologies, most recently Gurlesque (Saturnalia, 2010), and was discussed as part of “The New Thing: the object lessons of recent American poetry” in the Boston Review.
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December 9, 2011
Facing the Window the City Goes By
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December 8, 2011
Russian Woodpecker
December 7, 2011
Animal
December 6, 2011
Dim Evenings
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December 5, 2011
Pitch
Carol Watts lives in London, where she co-directs the Centre for Poetics at Birkbeck College. Her poetry includes the collections with Reality Street, Occasionals (2011) and Wrack (2007), the chapbooks When blue light falls (Oystercatcher, 2008, 2010), this is red (Torque Press, 2009) and brass, running (Equipage, 2006), and the artist’s book alphabetise, now an eBook (Intercapillary Editions, 2011). Her work also involves mixed media – photography, drawing and collage. It includes Horrid Massacre: A Récit, a sequence told through shopping receipts, currently online in part at Ekleksographia. Her poetry has been anthologised in the Reality Street Book of Sonnets, Infinite Difference: Other Poetries by UK Women Poets, and her ‘Zeta Landscape’ series in The Ground Aslant: An Anthology of Radical Landscape Poetry. She is currently working on a three stage collaboration with Will Montgomery: Pitch was first exhibited in the worksetting gallery in Huddersfield UK in December-January 2010-11.
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December 4, 2011
Breath
Deborah Poe is the author of the poetry collections Elements (Stockport Flats Press 2010), Our Parenthetical Ontology (Custom Words 2008) and several chapbooks--most recently a four-part edition excerpted from her manuscript "the last will be stone, too," as part of the Dusie Kollektiv (5), Poe's work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in Peep/show, Bone Bouquet, Trickhouse, No Contest, Peaches & Bats, Horse Less Review, Mantis and Denver Quarterly. For more information, please visit www.deborahpoe.com.
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December 3, 2011
Eggs Internacionale
Lina ramona Vitkauskas (Lithuanian-American-Canadian), b. 1973. Selected by former Pulitzer Prize-finalist, Brenda Hillman, to receive the Poetry Center of Chicago’s Juried Reading Award in 2009. Author of poetry book THE RANGE OF YOUR AMAZING NOTHING (Ravenna Press, 2010) and chapbook Failed Star Spawns Planet/Star (dancing girl press, 2006). Finalist – Summer Literary Seminars Poetry Contest (2011). Illinois Arts Council Award Nominee – (by Another Chicago Magazine, 2009). Can be heard on Chicago Public Radio’s (WBEZ) Chicago Amplified (Woman Made Gallery, Women’s History Month; Harold Washington Public Library, National Poetry Month; Series A–Hyde Park Art Center; Future Perfect + New Media Series). Translator for UniVerse: A United Nations of Poetry. Published in TriQuarterly, Sharkforum, The Prague Literary Review, The Chicago Review, The Toronto Quarterly, Van Gogh’s Ear (Paris), VLAK (Eds. Louis Armand, Edmund Berrigan), The City Visible: Chicago Poetry for the New Century (Cracked Slab Books, 2007), Aufgabe, Drunken Boat, White Fungus (New Zealand), MiPoesias, Paper Tiger (Australia), and the In Posse Review Multi-Ethnic Anthology (Ed. Ilya Kaminsky). MA in Composition & Rhetoric: Creative Writing, Wright State University (2000). Often entertains the notion that she is a comedian, astronomer, herbal alchemist, chanteuse, and/or spy.
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December 2, 2011
Sometime I'll Perfect My Adoration
December 1, 2011
The Young Men Are Glistening
August 18, 2011
In Aporia: The Annual Akilah Oliver Memorial Reading
In Aporia: The Annual Akilah Oliver Memorial Reading
September 12, 2011 at 7pm
Lang Café, Eugene Lang College
65 W 11th street, NYC
The annual Akilah Oliver Memorial Reading honors the memory of Lang professor Akilah Oliver, a radical poet, feminist, and activist. The first of this annual reading series, this event will feature the work of work of Oliver's contemporaries Julian Talamantez Brolaski, Rachel Levitsky and Lang Alum, Lauren Nicole Nixon, along with Oliver's former students Erik Freer, Karl Leone and Kaley Foley.
Rachel Levitsky is the author of Under the Sun (Futurepoem 2003), NEIGHBOR (UDP 2009) and the forthcoming novel,The Story of My Accident is Ours (Futurepoem 2011 or 2012). She is also the author of seven or eight chapbooks, most recently a prose work, Renoemos (Delete Press 2010). Levitsky teaches Writing and Literature at Pratt Institute, Naropa University’s Summer Writing Program, Poets House and Bard Prison Initiative. She is a member of Belladonna* Collaborative--a hub of feminist avant-garde literary action: www.belladonnaseries.org. Four of her mini-essays on Confinement can be found online: http://poetryproject.org/tag/rachel-levitsky. With Christian Hawkey and a bunch of their students, she recently opened The Office of Recuperative Poetics, a mobile installation of cultural recollection and reanimation.
Julian Talamantez Brolaski is the author of gowanus atropolis (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2011) and several chapbooks. Advice for Lovers is forthcoming from City Lights in spring 2012. Julian lives in Brooklyn where xe is an editor at Litmus Press and plays country music with Juan & the Pines (www.reverbnation.com/juanandthepines). New work is on the bloghermofwarsaw.
Lauren Nicole Nixon is a Brooklyn-based artist representative and poet. Nixon holds an M.A. in Arts Politics from NYU and a B.A. in Dance and Culture/Media Studies from The New School. Recent and forthcoming work is published in Bone Bouquet, The Tulane Review, apt, 491, Jelly Bucket, No, Dear and In Posse. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee.
Erik Freer is an undergraduate student at The New School in the dual degree program pursuing a BFA from Parsons the New School for Design in Communication Design and a BA from Eugene Lang College the New School for the Liberal Arts in Writing. At Parsons his focus is on Information, Print, and Typography and at Lang his focus is on Poetry and Play writing, with a minor in Japanese. Erik possesses a deep interest in ideas of mapping (or un-mapping) and the visual representation of information. Erik dedicates his spare time to any and everything cultural and creative he can produce and experience.
Kailey Foley is a poetry major in her third year at Lang. She resides and works in Bushwick, Brooklyn, which is often detrimental to her health if not instrumental to her writing. Her favorite poetry includes that of Charles Bukowski and the female Language poets. She spends most of her time composing 90's power-hour playlists and thinking about syntax. Kailey has had pieces published in Voice and Moth Mouth literary magazines and online at Spillway publications. Cool, whatever.
Karl Leone is a junior at Eugene Lang College of The New School and is honored to be taking part in this fall’s reading honoring his dear friend, mentor, and teacher Akilah Oliver. As an actor, Karl’s New York stage credits include “Marat/ Sade,” “Pride and Prejudice,” “Laramie Project,” and “Undermilkwood. 4 Recent film credits include “Keep the Lights On” dir. Ira Sachs and “Going Out” dir. Leah Samuel. Most recently, Karl has been concentrating on the genre of poetic drama and is developing a play called “Our Aporia” influenced on the writings of Oliver’s “A Toast in the House of Friends.”
July 21, 2011
HOT TEXTS: NYC: Tuesday July 26
HOT TEXTS: Tuesday July 26
Curated by local poet activists Krystal Languell and Emily Skillings, HOT TEXTS is a new reading series in Brooklyn, New York that celebrates innovative writing rooted in the body, desire, sexual politics and the erotic sphere. HOT TEXTS is an extension of the Belladonna* Collaborative.
Performers for the evening include:
R. Erica Doyle, Lila Zemborain, Susana Gardner and Paul Foster Johnson
Tuesday July 26
8:00-9:30pm
The Way Station
683 Washington Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11238
Rsvp on Facebook: http://tinyurl.com/5vkdf6n
May 31, 2011
SEAM RIPPER: Table of Contents
Ana Božičević | Broke Poets and Spring Fashion: Things More than $1Becca Klaver | OUR STYLE: A CollageJillian Mukavetz | fabric girlStacy Gnall | An Abridged History of CostumeMichelle Detorie | Fashion and Writing ShowKate Durbin | N O BIKINICatherine Daly | What I WoreAngie Kirby | Diana in the BathCristián Flores García | What Can Poetry Teach?Arielle Greenberg | from Locally Made PantiesMarisa Crawford | from ReversibleKhadijah Queen | 3 PoemsDanielle Pafunda | from The Book of ScabDolly Lemke | Orsino and Joanna: left to their own adornmentsYvette Thomas | The Panoply of SilkAnna Lena Phillips | desiderataNicole Steinberg | From a Closet of GriefJessica Bozek | "trunk to the blow": a poem-dressLily Ladewig | 5 HatsJennifer Tamayo | CUSTOM & CLOTHINGDanielle Roderick | The Pantsuitjojo Lazar | 4 PoemsSusan Yount | Socks of FireAngela Veronica Wong | On Looking LikeElisa Gabbert | "Some Notes on Fashion"Dana Teen Lomax | from All Made UpRosebud Ben-Oni | "No Las Olvidadas"Carrie Murphy | "Reticule" & "Armored"Ingrid Pruss | "Ad Fontes"Becky Peterson | "Clogs"Alexandra Marzella | "OKay."Amaranth Borsuk | "IDEM THE SHAME"Amanda Montei | "Four Poems"carina finn | "this is the girl of the moment"Daniela Olszewska | "White Dresses, Red Soles + Oil Paintings: Some Notes on Emily Dickinson, Christian Louboutin, + John Berger"Andrea Quinlan | "Crinoline Hems Trailing in the Mud: A Tribute to Vintage"Allison Layfield | "What Is It, and How Do You Use It"Caolan Madden | "FRILLWHIPPER"Daisy Rockwell | "Wedding Dress"
See the call for work.
May 23, 2011
“We Feel Sartorial Joy”: Last Thoughts on SEAM RIPPER
We would be walking down the street in the poetrycity. Gauze would be everywhere. The day would be big, halting, gracious, revocable, cheap. We’d be the she-dandies in incredibly voluptuous jackets ribboning back from our waists, totally lined in pure silk, also in pure humming, and we’d be heading into the buildings with knowledge – that is, ephemeral knowledge, like leafage or sleeves or pigment. The streets are salons that receive abundantly our description. The buildings are charming. And our manners are software. We feel sartorial joy.
—Lisa Robertson, “Lucite (a didactic)”
We said, Uhhh, nooo. We scoffed, Fuck fashion shame. We trilled, We feel sartorial joy! We thought, Oh, you have no IDEA how it really is for us! We thought we’d better tell you.
When I wrote to Kate Durbin with the spark of a revenge fantasy, the idea was that we would get back at O: The Oprah Magazine for stealing Kate’s ideas without giving her compensation nor credit, and get back at The New York Times for allowing one of their small slots reserved for poetry coverage each year to be devoted to David Orr’s belittlement of fashion, femininity, and poetry in one fell swoop. (This is the same prestigious publication that somehow only managed to devote 35% of its book reviews to women authors in 2010. For some terrific, much more in-depth responses to Orr’s article, see Emily Warn, Jessica Winter, and Kate Zambreno.)
Poetry & Fashion & Performance: Together 4Evah
It may be said that poetry, which is printed on hot-pressed paper, and sold at a bookseller’s shop, is a soliloquy in full dress, and upon the stage.
—John Stuart Mill, “What is Poetry?” (1833)
Our goal was to put women’s textual and sartorial style together in a complex way that left no room for simple equivalences. The pieces we’d receive for SEAM RIPPER, we hoped, would help demonstrate how masks, personae, costumes, performance, painting, etching, and scribbling are acts that cross between bodies, pages, canvases, screens, and genders. There was no way to separate these terms out, but there was a need to show just how fascinatingly they could be mixed and remixed.
The response amazed us. Not only were women eager to create works for SEAM RIPPER on very short notice, but they were able to do so because they already had poems, essays, sketches, or visual art that spoke directly to these issues, and yet were idly sitting in some subfolder, waiting for the right venue. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that so many of these pieces were available yet unpublished. When the response to the VIDA Count turns toward the question, “Why aren’t women submitting?” we should remember that the fact that certain topics and styles are seen as frivolous by certain editors (one more time: The New York Times said fashion + poetry = girly + silly merely two months ago!) has an effect. It is internalized.
What Is Existence?!
Two of the charges most frequently levelled against poetry by women are lack of range—in subject matter, in emotional tone—and lack of a sense of humor. And one could, in individual instances among writers of real talent, add other aesthetic and moral shortcomings: the spinning-out; the embroidering of trivial themes; a concern with the mere surfaces of life—that special province of the feminine talent in prose—hiding from the real agonies of the spirit; refusing to face up to what existence is. . .
—Theodore Roethke, from “The Poetry of Louise Bogan”
There will always be people who feel threatened by women saying and writing and making what they really care about. They will criticize it, and they will even say it doesn’t exist. I’m not kidding. When discussions of the Gurlesque first started cropping up on blogs, this was a common criticism: “I don’t buy it,” or “it doesn’t exist.” Some people are waiting for genealogies, for critical frameworks, for perfect-bound anthologies to appear in order to legitimize exciting aesthetic tendencies that others see plainly. Gaga Stigmata catches the same flak, as Kate knows well: critical art and writing about Lady Gaga can’t be real, can it?! Last year, AWP rejected a panel proposal with Kate, Arielle Greenberg, Danielle Pafunda, Elline Lipkin, and me called “I Was a Teenage … Girl: Writing Girl Culture.” Why? We’ll never know, but probably because girls don’t exist. We’ll just have to hold the alternative sleepover-séance we’ve been joking about, the one where we make ourselves invisible. Invisibler. Ghosts in skanky slip dresses.
Poetry and Girls and Beauty, Conflated Again!
Somehow poetry and the female sex were allied in my mind. The beauty of girls seemed the same to me as the beauty of a poem. I knew nothing at all about the sexual approach but I had to do something about it.
—William Carlos Williams, I wanted to write a poem: the autobiography of the works of a poet
What these pieces know can tell us something about other ways of knowing. We should keep making a language for these ideas and keep using it, and, with Lisa Robertson, keep “heading into the buildings with knowledge,” knowledge that sometimes goes unsaid but is in real need of articulation. I know that what is true for me—that my writing style developed alongside my sartorial style, self-fashionings laced up in one another—must be true for Kate and for so many other women writers. The ways style and writing relate to one another seem perfectly obvious to all of the women included in SEAM RIPPER, but we now know even better than before that this sort of knowledge is trivial, inscrutable—or, yes, possibly invisible—to the wider culture, even in publications devoted to women or literature.
Fooled Ya!But we feel sartorial joy, and although there may be some freedom in inscrutability, we’d rather you read and look at what we’ve made. We’ve strung some words. We’ve made some images. We’ve tried to bring a whole vocabulary that women have, and sometimes share, into the light.
The poems a reader will encounter in this book are neatly and modestly dressed, speak quietly but do not mumble, respect their elders but are not cowed by them, and do not tell fibs. . . .
—W.H. Auden, from the introduction to Adrienne Rich’s first book, A Change of World, 1951
The quotations from men poets (wait, don’t I mean “male poet”? Nope. See Delirious Lapel’s note on the use of “man poet”) scattered throughout the piece have been offered as a sort of proof for the fact that women, femininity, beauty, decoration, fashion, and poetry have been jumbled up in some lame analogies for quite a long time now. The ways contemporary poets are disrupting these correspondences (see again Gurlesque: the new grrly, grotesque, burlesque poetics, and of course this and other features on Delirious Hem), seems to me much more interesting than reinscribing-via-airbrush an equivalence that puts equal signs—or dollar signs!—between these terms. So, I’d like to end with a different equation, one that’s meant not only to mess with received notions of the likenesses between these terms, but is interested in asking you to insert your own symbols, to decide for yourself what the relationship between these terms is, and to write, and make art, about it.
Broke Poets and Spring Fashion: Things More than $1
In the spring, I revisit dresses. This winter I've been on a menswear kick (mostly mental), but with the sun I've begun rooting around for dresses. I have a love/hate relationship with femme attire -- I can never just wear it without analyzing its implications to death -- but the spring endorphins are helping and this week, I'm enjoying just wearing a dress. Since I don't want to spend money on clothes, I dug deep for some outfits from my existing trove. Here are two (the one on the left is today's):
#1
glasses: $3.50, H&M
scarf: gift from India (thanks, Priya!)
jacket: gift/loan from Amy (thanks, Amy!)
bracelet: $3.50, H&M
dress: mother's or grandmother's? -- found in a drawer at the farmhouse
belt: $6, H&M
tights: $4, H&M
shoes: $19, Payless
purse: gift from sister-in-law (thanks, Zoe!)
book bag: free with free NYer subscription (gift from sister-in-law -- ditto)
TOTAL outfit: $36
#2
jacket: gift from Amy
dress: $25 or something like that, H&M
belt: $6, H&M (same)
raincoat: ancient hand-me-down
tights: $4, H&M (same)
shoes: $19, Payless (same)
purse and book bag: see above (free)
TOTAL: $54
The only item purchased "this season" are the sunglasses. The old ones broke. Boringly + busily, over the years I've picked up quite a few items from H&M, two of which are conveniently located on my walk to and from work. No mystery there. But what I've really enjoyed about this exercise was noting all the hand-me-downs & gifts. People have given to me and I'm wearing them, in a way. It's ... how to say... priceless, my friends.
What kind of dollar-store treasures are you wearing? Speak to me of the people (Grandma is the best brand!) you're sporting. There's a store close to our house called "THINGS MORE THAN ONE DOLLAR." I love how it could be two or a thousand. It could be anything.
Bio: Ana Božičević is a poet and translator. Her Stars of the Night Commute (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2009) was a Lambda Literary Award in Poetry finalist. She is a PhD candidate in English & Program Manager at The Graduate Center, CUNY, where she helped found Lost & Found: The CUNY Poetics Document Initiative, and the Annual Chapbook Festival. With Amy King, she co-edits the journal esque.
OUR STYLE: A Collage
I win Most Original Style, but I get it all from you.
The shock, the prank, the glamour.
The British spelling, the American, our own secret.
A freak & I learn how to use it.
How else would you know me in a square of blonde?
Four heads bobbing & bleaching.
I pick the box reads Wild Fire.
Rinse thoroughly, alternateen smirking
straight into the principal’s office.
He says wipe that lipstick off she says
is that underwear
or outerwear. She thinks she knows.
Later I’ll love
that word liminal. For now I ask to see the handbook.
Shimmy around
in the highlighted phrase, or otherwise distracting.
It’s an offering,
a tagline. A freak & I learn how to use it.
They make me rub
with toilet paper & soap or wear my gym clothes.
Too late,
I’ve already posed for the video yearbook.
My mom drops off
a cardigan. A lawyer, no time for frivolities.
She asks to see the handbook.
I learn how to promqueen, to pirate, to play
mermaid with just a smidge of
iridescence.
It isn’t costume, it’s myth. A way to bring inner to outer
& then go back in again.
Words do, too.
There were slanting avenues. Farwell, Melrose, Milwaukee.
If we went anywhere, there.
Mostly I just took what you gave me.
You gave me your makeup, your made-up words.
Your trailing vowels, your hand-me-downs.
We traded.
I confess, I never liked shopping. Bad lights, hot brain,
stranger yap yap yap.
You gave me an excuse. A surplus of good good goods
in the local economy
called BFF, in the barter-or-bribe stall called Sisters.
I asked you
what you remembered & you told me. Shirts, shoes, scripts.
You used
such great verbs. You told me—
—The bigger the better the tighter the sweater, the girls
depend on us. Frilly, frivolous, indulgent, impossible,
over-the-top, to feel physically as if the top of my head
were taken off. Frou-Frou print on the easel when you
first walk into our shared apartment, Los Angeles, 2001.
You gift me things pink fuzzy & aglimmer, you mail me
a swirly red dress, rubber stamp with my name on it.
Just today you send two unicorns charging on yellow,
KNOCK YOU OUT. You stare at my shirt & ask if you
gave it to me. No, we each bought it separately at our
favorite store back home. (O Moxy, sayonara, adieu.)
I go back to LA seven years later & what I really want
to see is your shoes. I take a picture & post it online.
You break your neck & I buy us the same blue velvet
scarf, think it’s kind of a shame we don’t have the same
neck brace. Screenwriters want to know why I’m so
short, where are my platforms. In some cities, we walk.
In some cities we carry. Alls I need’s traction & access
to other people’s closets. Now we live far away, only see
slivers of wardrobes. Now we live close enough to share.
No, I will not bring my own shampoo: I wanna smell like
you. I like when old stuff hands off, buffs up, turns new.