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Red GothamMatthew HittingerAm I the watchman? Am I the spy? Here in this museum Ich bin der Spion. and I watch the watchman watching. Sehen und gesehen. Does he watch me as I study this bed? Does he know Ich bin der Spion? This bed is not a crime scene. That paint is not blood. It is the body's night sweat, the mind's leaked dreams, the mixed pigments of two men's brushes. Manchmal träume ich in vollständige deutsche Sätze. When I wake I translate them into fortune cookies and flags. This flag hangs across from the bed : single object R meet single object J. This love letter of color between two found objects. This game is like an Adventskalendar : Das Bett ist eine Tür. Und was verbirgt sich hinter dieser Tür? Behind door number one was the watchman. First watch or second the spy watched him check his watch. Behind door number one : the watchman's shadow but not the spy's. Wo ist der Spion? Wer ist der Spion? Bin ich? Behind door number one : a quilt without a bed. A flag without a nation. Encaustic shadow city. Matthew Hittinger Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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