this place is a temperature gauge for what the city both is and is not

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they’re trying to sell iPads to papis on the train they’re saying don’t lock arms not caring if you’re a rightist or a leftist but you can’t catch two spiders at the same time and we’re way past the point of de-escalation

webs of feeling loss of meaning last night someone said they were useless in the courts and someone else both strangers responded but we are water and water is a witness and we’re the memory of how we’re dying i would have cried were i not facilitating

i love soundview purple crocks with marigold bows on them passing brook avenue now and seeing ombré bleached purple pockets running through a narrow path to the river

this place is a temperature gauge for what the city both is and is not

not about to seize the means of production cut off hunts point from treviso sitting lithely in cherry wood salad bowls in leed certified brownstones in brooklyn heights etc

not crewing up across boroughs at least not yet, or maybe we are and this is it, some answered the call when TBTB said come out in 2020 and a lot changed then and a lot is changing now i hated 2020 but i see it now for what it was a rupture an opening a let’s do the time warp again? pandemic time and fascist time is a pneumatic tube into the future if we make it

but let’s be real right now where it is / what we are is small revolutions your 2007 camera captures a rainier cherry held up against the peach slash in the sky proposals for new buildings we reject in name as we practice a queer mixed race millennial style of love towards your little cousin and a call with my family where i told the truth, i don’t feel good, and it was ok