20 january 2006: first in my five string serenade

one: the weekend of january 20th

a coat of white primer, and another of off-white. newspaper, blue tape. moving boxes from lo’s spacious warehouse of destruction to our little piece of something more promising.

on the way back uptown, in the monster jeep, we flew past the lit-up castle in the harbor, and all the lights.

you never believe me, he says, that i can do what i think i can do.
from 108th until we get home, he runs every red light.

cops sit in cars like turtles.

i feel all my blood rush into my heart, then to my head, and then explode like electrical fire.