Chan Marshall, 2012.

Young Kathleen Hanna

Young Kathleen Hanna

I could choose to let obstacles achieve their own dream

To act as a dam(n), a wall,
a barricade to the verb of “being”

My weakness would fashion a drain
A flush of potential, a succubus on the pores of personal success

but Success is largely public, it’s time to make it private again.

August 9th

Brooklyn is
one window
in the August night

Half open
Never painted shut
(at least not for long)

A pink mist niche
just past Lorimer Street
Keys hidden under yellow
flowers, somewhere on Halsey

Clementines, low blood sugar
I feel dreamily awake
and irreparably exhausted

All in a rush
All at attention
At once & for once.