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in bloom

Photo by me on 8.16.08, Dumbo, Brooklyn.

Photo by me on 8.16.08, Dumbo, Brooklyn.

“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

~ Molly Bloom’s Soliloquy in Ulysses, James Joyce

I’m Feeling You

I am feeling you right
now.
With your tenements
reaching up to touch
an endless sky.
Your multiple tongues
spilling mellifluous from
mouths of speakers, native.

I am feeling you.
Right?
Now
you have me
where you want
me.
Pushed up between
the waiting strangers
on the train,
hungry for that
connection.
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