mass x gravity
I had this dream last night where I was seeing Greensboro for the first time. It is a city I have dreamed of before, an amalgam of Paris and Charleston and my own dear home; a city on the sea, with cobblestone streets and restored Victorian houses. I recognize the eggplant-colored hotel. Even though it is day, close to twilight, the streets are empty. Perhaps the city is deserted. My hair is long. Perhaps I am young, before I cut all of it off, or perhaps I am older and have let it grow out again. I wonder if I will ever be able to see Greensboro new again, without the weight of these four years. The city's weight, mass times gravity, rests on my shoulders, and I wake up with my hair still short.
FYI: I have been selected to participate in an undergraduate poetry reading sponsored by the MFA department (read: this is a big deal). I don't know the exact date, but it's sometime this month, and I will cry if you guys don't come.
FYI: I have been selected to participate in an undergraduate poetry reading sponsored by the MFA department (read: this is a big deal). I don't know the exact date, but it's sometime this month, and I will cry if you guys don't come.