Member Since: 10/21/2006
Influences: the cherry tree that blew away, "when we mean soft things," burying things, allegories for children, new orleans in the morning after it rained, sleeping in parking lots, louisa street, walking and drinking from a plastic cup
Sounds Like: the city where i knew you was swift. a lover cabbed to brooklyn (broke, but so what) after the night shift in a second avenue diner. the lover was a quaker, a poet, an anti-war activist. was blonde, was twenty-four. wet snow fell on the access road to the manhattan bridge. i was neither lover, slept uptown. but the arteries, streetlights, headlines, phonelines, feminine plural links ran silver through the night city as dawn and the yellow cab passed on the frost-blurred bridge, headed for that day’s last or first coffee. MARILYN HACKER
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