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May 2018
wow I guess            ***                is off the table                 for tonight;
                walking Hoboken streets to get to Brooklyn; t
                                         he pink haired Pixie
Nermeen & I had          .                                     a big fight; walking to
                                   Brooklyn
           to get to the               real gingerbread girl;     pink haired pixie  loves brown its                her favorite color; I pour it out                             like taking a good ****;                                    Nermeen
                                    hates brown;         .                    is indifferent to yellow
We're brown she rails                  ur painting look like flayed black corpses  & I said,
u say that      .                              like it's a bad thing; the Chinese_American schoolgirl            w orks part-time at                  .           the family's                 restaurant oddly                                           named Good Luck Living   it must sound    .           different            in Cantones   e
this neighborhood is              falling to pieces,        .     he rails, where are all these *******
.                    Hispanic trannies coming
        from; that's when I left; she knows
**** well there're coming from Dominican &               .            Philippines  
I'd met                     Pixie at a poetry reading                                           in Williamsburg,
                                her thick              
                                                 springy dreads                 was blue then
    .        .
                                             ­                 .                            before she made it
   .                     orange, before it h                         ad been purple & now that it was pink
I use a lot of pink paint & brown & red & blue;
                                 Nermeen's just ****** that
the new kids                       are smarter & cuter; I don't worr             y about new young painters                   b/c they haven't got the kind of     mojo                      I
                      can wield even                                    in my long walks           to                                               Brooklyn to see the underage
                Pixie strumming                            .                     her guitar on the fire escape
unfiltered                                                                           smoking
                                          joint after joint until                                  .
.                       ­         get buzzed from our beer & kiss;
                                                                ­                            would Nermeen
understand                                           that an                             eighteen-
                            year-old with                                      ever changing hair w/ small                                    puffed ******* & evergreenish
                                                                ­   teeth, girlishly blonde au natural
                               down in the                                         unshaven
.                 jungle              
                         ­               like playground                snooch who giggles when excited                  .                               & instinctively                      tells the truth
                                 is Pixie could be                         my daughter from                    a gf I had twenty years ago              haven't
                                     seen since;                    Pixie hates                 her mother & loves Colette
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