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chicago-esque. all photography by ray pride
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
at your funeral
No more talk about the death of the novel; the novel will be at your funeral.
~ Richard Price
[
Chicago Avenue west of Leavitt Street
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we like simile
searching for a magic door
cold, bright eyes
acquainted
see her trembling lips
the wind, the wind is blowing
butterfly's torn wing
a depression so profound
infamous
candy baby
winnow the superfluous
physical effect
slept
of your smell
i shout love
rain-rinsed hair, river tresses
heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss
zombie drunk from fermented peaches
but the juke had long stopped playing
at your funeral
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