Postcard CrushesLea Graham
for rob mclennan 1. Dear, the sun shines straighter in Quito than Cuzco & why roses are perfect, aligned, globed— the women only want gold; I think we all face up luminous. Why we think it love is 1,033 miles beyond (me) 2. Hey--geography is your best feature! O for a day in that Chinatown, or prairies at 31, a blanched map, you are here gone missing— O for a night at the Mercury Lounge (when we can’t jimmy-rig the sublime) 3. Barges trawl this Hudson & you are out where writing, poem- talking poet? Confluence is chance is (like) dandelions 4. Farms of landscape between us. Maybe why we both hanker to dance a rhythm only insects can play?
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