last night in brooklyn.

7 April 2011 § Leave a comment

i wrote my first editorial today.

well, no. I did one in high school about some place i wanted to turn into a skatepark, and the paper printed it.
seeing it in print filled me with regret.

my math teacher put it up on the wall of the classroom.
he died six months later.

I decided that I would never be a journalist.

i knew everything when i was 16.

thank you for existing today. it made my heart beat twice at once.
it was like poetry from children who don’t yet know what they’re doing.

with the pictures and scenes we give to them, they learn to bleed productively.
she lusted for the page with black leather ink, brisk in the sun and shining.
from a lightning bolt parade, she learned her age and how to fake it.
and license plate horizons make the toilsome tornadoes go away.

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