Unfinished, in air and space

[mnmaher]

It took me exactly twenty three minutes to realize why flocks of tourists with knee socks continued to approach me in awe-I was perched in front of “Colossal Head: 2,” its large, stone ears floating behind my shoulders like wings.

I met Miss O on 15th street, but I could see her blocks before that. She walked with her usual grace, somehow

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IBID.

[anonymous]

Stepping and stumbling, I grope the night with hungry eyes. I see you and your neighbors, homes crooked in the moonlight, broken fingers to me. To you, the fingers are ringless and the home is new. Unfenced yards and a tendril of shit wafting to me in the soiled air. Through the dark I grope my way home. Awkward and young. It smells mellow and sweet.

Stained and tired pale-blue eyes, breath hanging white in a cold room. A bony knee lifts to break the wood. Smokes in the fire, cigarettes and gin. Don’t, his-your eyes say, don’t laugh. Awkward and young. It smells mellow and sweet.

She’s yours. A light on a face an hour old. The eyes had to be large, even when closed. The mouth open, puffed softly. The nose and ears blunted and red. The toes curling.

Away from the heat.

Awkward and young.

It smells mellow and sweet.