Friday, June 18, 2010

Cambridge was like...

apparently my latest fascination lies somewhere between collage, reflexivity and self-plagiarism. i have said these things before, but this time i am saying them with pictures, the second part of my second annual devotional to New England. and so...

Cambridge was like:

sparring with sparrows



over scones



as the girls from Radcliffe walk by



thinking about the ones that could have been the one



and meeting comrades last seen eight years ago

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day after Christmas, talking about
miscarriage and apologies, the sea
sickness of conference rooms
missing horizontal reference.



fighting robots



designing computer chips in the key of E flat,



his sister still living at home,
spaying cats eighty hours a week



between bouts of drunkenness

pink-haired sex ads



perused by lesbians on trains and midget
junkies stranded by boyfriends, asking for a dollar



the nostalgia of Harvard Square in December



the wistful wisdom of intuition, knowing
it was too soon to say, too late
to stay, the futility and
frustration watching friends fall apart



and post-parade confessions of wall-eyed strangers.


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