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8.21.4

fashion panic

We lived in a creaky building on a hill
overlooking the bay.
Every morning I threw open the blinds
to greet bright sky and water.
On a clear day you could see straight to Mount Rainier.

But I'm happier in south Brooklyn than I am in Manhattan, or Williamsburg for that matter. Once I went for a walk along the edge of the park, long after sunset, and I turned the discman down to a whisper in my ears and watched my shadow flicker in and out with the streetlamps, and a breeze picked up and I soared an inch or so above the ground -

But most of the time I'm just tired, and thirsty -

Spencer Reese writes:

The mirror is smoke-colored, shadows flit across its surface like anxious squirrels. / Shark-eyed, the mirror says, "Unleash your opera."

C'mon unleash it.

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