i can't wait just like you can't wait / until we're out past familiar gates / those seven words shook the life back in / so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.

a very short letter to an inanimate entity that may or may not be reading. [file this under: if you put it out there, it just might become truth.]

Posted: Apr 3, 2012 | Posted by marcy |

 

dear east harlem,

please be nice to me.

yours*,

marcy.

 

[*and by “yours” i do not mean you own me. i do that part. you’re just along for the ride. let’s get that clear from the get go. k? k.]

 

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