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currently the new year rolls in
but had you gotten up high enough
weeks ago
you would have looked east, and
felt it, if not seen it
this cyclic existence is something to
break from,
but facing the wave
so many hear, “stay”
Friday 8th January 2021 2:57 am
Résumé
Résumé / Michael Kwack
Love is, like art,
dull without passion.
Marriage is, like enterprise,
vain without fortune.
Home is, like a chair,
awkward without comfort.
Life is, like sleep,
hollow without a dream.
Death* is, like a letter,
absurd without a story.
*Death means suicide.
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:43 pm
little NYC hotel on 23rd street (1980s)
little NYC hotel on 23rd street (1980s)
our little
leo house hotel
on 23rd street
was operated by Sisters of St. Agnes
an old time hotel
an elevator with
brass scissor gates
operated by a nun
separate hot
and cold faucets
a bath/ shower/bath
clad in white subway tile
a crucifix over our bed
spied on our lovemaking
blessing our ...
Saturday 2nd January 2021 10:34 pm
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