poem: “The shift in my reality was quite stark,” she says. “There was a lot of emotion.”

if his mother knew he thought the floors were dirty
I would kill myself; far away from the center of the earth I am
always drawn back to New York. there is a “desperate idealism” in the indie
music of the early 2010s that I would like to trademark, despite
the to-do list I am reading about the “fragmented globalness” of Bolano’s
2666. this is romantic in writing but a dirty house can be
populated by a muse for only so long before she must
pick up the broom (that is the plan

for this afternoon, after the errands and I return possibly
hopeful to my grey hole in the sky).