[melindy told me once about someone she knew, or maybe this applies to all; somebody who, getting glasses around the age of 7, saw leaves on trees for the first time, rather than just a chalky bundle, and the revelation this brought. the delight at all things...?]
so were the buildings to me
on broadway today,
marvelling, wondering if i've never seen them properly.
the copper, the brick
the seams between them
the columns,
the ornaments,
the dirt,
something about october.
a clarity of all things.
all precipitated by the arrival of a small chill.
[shiver/whisper/hush/sigh/soft/blow/sharp/gust/hard/lull]
Also, a lack of sleep renders everything holy
so maybe I imagined it all.
my eyes unrested...
psychosis: my Mao prof. having a phobia of bananas, and me almost forgetting, and fantasizing for quite some time about what would have happened if she had detected its presence in the classroom.
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