hem - the angels wanna wear my red shoes
fever ray - keep the streets empty for me
ii
I had forgotten I was in love
It took a longer time to be remembered
Elsewhere
In the world
All this is just writing about what has been lost
By a person who wanted no things
About whom nothing is known save
What remains published
She gets up and goes to work harder
—Lucy Ives, Anamnesis, Typo 13
the underground literary magazines, chapbooks, and pdfs of kisaengs
instant karma - john lennon
i have insomnia pretty regularly and often think of it like a cold. who the hell gave this to me? where did i pick this up? or i think of myself like an assortment of home appliances. what did i forget to turn off? who knocked over and broke my bodyclock while i was refilling my drink and tried to replace it with this nocturnal bat/hamster clock? i get up and pee a million times. tie a scarf around my eyes to force them shut. crack a hip joint.
and galway
and poland
lizzie sends word from paris
