"Home"
Astoria, Brooklyn, Manhattan
New York, New York
USA
Dear Ye, with the hum of the city under your skin,
This place gets under your skin too. I don't want to come back. No offense, but I have been writing, teaching, and acting without a second thought for anything else. I've been doing everything I love --something you enable but somehow don't allow me to do. . . I'm talking to you, NY. But to my compadres within your walls, I send you a snapshot of the buildings unlike ours. This "graffiti" is how the country campaigns for the candidates at large. A particular village supports a particular man, who has a number and then slogans are painted on the sides of their houses nestled in sloping mountain-sides. Occasionally a fedora and red cloak disappear into the green folds of earth. Panoramas are peopled and unpeopled. Who is voting, I wonder? I am hypnotized and my mouth is agape, slowly filling with the mud of fertile Andean fields.
With thanks and inspiration,
Jennifer
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