TISHON

I Love Winnie Cooper

newyorker:

“Winnie Cooper was, in a sense, the first pretty girl to smile at me—at all of us—and for that reason, because of her benevolence and sympathy—because she appeared to understand—she continues to endure while so many others have fallen away.” 

Mike Spies on the cultural impact of The Wonder Years’s Winnie Cooper: http://nyr.kr/11BGwlE

 

yurp.

(Source: newyorker.com)

Escapists 4/30

1.
A sob is the sound of the body escaping itself
The air sucked from the collarbone
As it collects the oh and the brine
Even the morning after
the wailing still in the walls
Buckling with the eggshell

2.
Far off the statue of liberty
Meaning nothing to us whatsoever
Just champagne on the Hudson
A reason to build an island
A reason to wrap the body in copper
Its taste lingering, soft metal
the business end of a 9 volt battery
On a tongue

3.
Why do we do this? 
Endow our bodies with so much meaning
As if we won’t burn the same shade of ash
Even now,  as we dogear
And faintly patina
We hold ourselves in such high regard

4.
What sucks the air from a kiss? 
How does the body respond to wood? 
How much can it double over? 
When?

5.
Who at this bar is waiting to die? 

Escapists 1/30

1.
because it is dark
the cane rises high above the soil
as minarets
    as limbs

it feels a long time
the stars falling off-time
they count
    count days

dust of Benin in the riverbed 
my palms
red as the dirt is
	red

but under wet night
is black as brackish water
dull sweat
	june heat

at both ends, the ocean
but we cut the cane
to the center
	mash

Obeah gwan save us 
dem seh mi fi wull on 
pon har frock
	gwan

decimals for eyes
faint smoke
soil rich of blood
	gwan

salt for the wounds
Maroon horn cuts
the unleashed dog
	of night

cane thick as shins
tough as tuff is tough
gwan
	mahnin soon come