Twenty-First Century Woman / Ankle-Length Cardigans / Looking in the Mirror Twenty-First Century Woman / Ankle-Length Cardigans / Looking in the Mirror
Twenty-First Century Woman I don’t know how to turn on a TV anymore Ankle-Length Cardigans Great returns on the pavement produce false ideas of equity in the guarantee tha…
May 21, 2019 / Books & the Arts / Amanda Nadelberg
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O that common verb. Dress me in spatulas put the moon around my neck. Parting air the poet waves a hand, too much lace and I wonder if the trolley’s real, a giant upside-down flying spoon. God and hair I knew you in the Mechanical Age. Now I am someone who gets off and on trains with dads and bags everyday. Look, it’s 4:43 in the afternoon people go home. My mother wore Obsession in the eighties. I smell fire which has no hands, did you hear me? I have no horses now. Someone did not make your sweater, someone didn’t make it who loves you.
Apr 22, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Amanda Nadelberg