the brightness goes up and down, day / night.
girls with shaved heads, new york i think. i think you'll run the world, you with
a diamond grille and no eyebrows. sketch artist,
sidewalk chalk- it wasn't very fun, but it lasted-

the park in albany is full of love; last year was burritos and this year was sour cream and onion chips. it was swings and sky, the kids blowing bubbles, the girl who / looked just like me.

i don't want to lose my house. i'm scared.
i want to be set ablaze / pyre / sacrificial temple / knife /
i want to be there in new york with you.
lip gloss on our eyelids,
strawberries & liquor store croissants.

she remembers when everything trembled,
i only remember pond water & algae-