“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
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?
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