tomorrow.
(what do red skies at night mean?
who can remember?)
we have been up for so long it seems.
...our hearts attack us.
and finally- days are dropping.
(a calendar full of X's.)
3 thursdays left and sixes go seven.
switch off all engines.
now, we glide.
we are wing to wing.
leaves of glass.
HIGHWIRE
at Botanica
on Houston between Mott and Mulberry.
9pm
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