Monthly Archives: August 2012

you were the radical feminist who gave me the first blow job that ever made me come (on 247 starr street and wyckoff). – 27 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

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-chloe-

*by someone finding freedom

one humbling experience at a time*

(frankie leone, just a man)

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*a dollar store fan

missing a blade

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blows onto my skin

coated in a thin layer of sweat

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clothed only in powder blue boxer shorts

covered with a print of cowboys and indians

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and an unfiltered camel burns in these long digits

decorated with cut scars and tattoos

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before being put out into an old coffee mug

resting on a small table

adorned with black and bronze mosaic tiles

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while i remember*

 

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*she lives uptown

and loved her bicycle

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saying it gave her freedom from our city’s

subterranean network of grinding metal

and tired faces

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freedom from its control of her time

and stolen moments from the streets*

 

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*someone likely pursuing

powder and liquid relief from reality

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relieved her of it

with a pair of bolt cutters

and a relaxed conscience

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she’s petit

so her bicycle was pint-sized

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pink

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and like a child’s

had streamers coming from the handlebars*

 

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*she’s taken the subway to see me in brooklyn

and we walk along an empty north 8th street

as the sun drops

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towards my idea of a romantic evening

on the water at east river state park

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the sky breathes an easy summer breeze on us

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and she tells me more about grieving chloe,

the name she’d given the pink bicycle

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moments before we see it

chained to the gate of a building

near the corner of berry street*

 

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*”whoever lives here stole my bike”

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she says in wide-eyed shock

in a normal speaking tone

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“lucky you”

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i respond

drawing a trouble-filled smile

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her expression shuffles into irritation

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“how do you figure that”

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“i know a decent booster

let me call him

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if he’s free

chloe will be yours again

in a half hour

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if he isn’t

you’ll have your freedom from the m.t.a.

back by midnight

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because i have a decent hack saw

four blocks away

in my roomie’s toolbox”

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her irritation morphs to surprise

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“that’s illegal

you could get in trouble”

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i don’t respond

and watch her face go contemplative

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she continues

“i guess this is this person’s karma though”

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“probably not”

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i answer

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“what do you mean”

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“it’s the booster’s and the fence’s karma

this person was just dumb enough to buy a stolen bike

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rich girls in williamsburg

with apartments on the north side

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aren’t cutting bicycle locks uptown

to pay rent”

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surprise shifts to sadness

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“don’t call your friend

don’t come back here later

and don’t ever mention this again”

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“what”

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i respond

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“i’m not going to inflict

the pain i felt losing chloe

on someone else”

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“bullshit

you’re getting your bike back”

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now she’s angry

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“no i’m not

you’re not doing shit

and i don’t want to hear about this again”

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my ego absorbs the blows

and i keep my mouth shut

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before we walk

the last two blocks to the park

in awkward silence.*

 

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