Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Matt Margo & Keith Higginbotham

lonely brains teetering

storm! bloody southern storm,
the fulcrum of all blackjack wars,
of sicknesses blazing with passion,
of boiled sunburn blots out in the distance

sleep be the steel sunlight over gasoline land,
the androgynous silhouette of something gone undone,
your serenade sky tinged with wind & hair & plastic eyes,
your focal phantom fixed with a redundant sweat-soft smile


mud soap

a time of tennis street spectacles—spectacles awash in elbow rituals, total table failures rolling with life & anchored by syllabic eye sequences so important to this scorching potato world. nadir of the naptime, no variation too dramatic for the television atoms set apart from our tempered daydreams. darn the death of every nervous tree, the haiku of the world, the painted ladder swagger! a limit: flesh receipt. spiraling melodies from door to door, window to window, swoosh to swoosh.


the colors tend to fade

blue turn’d blurry ; poetics in envy
bone flower pebble ; cloud letter topple
virgin doorstop plume ; soulless winter pledge
subway mirrors swoon ; diphthong rooftops sway


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Marco Giovenale

frant bact


her intentions are twofold, psychedelic sex scene also rumored to be in this episode, i 
asked a lubbock policeman if we have an ordinance and he said no, laundromat grocery 
police church parking boa zombies, admin khahai (a game called life) ahakrohsh aahma 
(a storm), i still remember the thrill of seeing her for the first time, in high heels, in high 
concentrations, in the air, what’s cut and what’s not,

resistant strain of gonorrhea and oatmeal for breakfast rush in the movie, the russian 
policeman gave jarvis a thrill by letting him watch the change, a random werewolf, it is 
almost 1982, what do you mean, goblins frantic about their children, who may have 
been on drugs, kind of reptile was arrested saturday for killing a tracy motel employee, 
cherokee mills host wheat-free clito-chats, fleachats get giant zombies instead of 
facebook pokes, ain’t disturbing,

sexy clothing, the atlantic, future releases, sure, terror at the red wire inn, another night 
in the holiday pub express deadly bacteria detected in u.s. capital during anti-crisis 
candystorm, in high concentrations, in the air, eating rabies bacteria off of her, dingo 
~101, the primitive loop narrows into a line of red sand,

just from some supernatural bo derek or so, customer reviews, 00s, ray, and then the 
murder of an alien woman with phony id, trying to scrub the werewolf flesh, despite his 
struggle with mental illness, their one, josiah must find out, watch for the semi slave 
traders, blue, and yet, eaters to human strain, life zombies, by poisoning, zombie 

i wanted to take the time to respond to this letter about soup loop and south loop and the 
289 construction, found at the bottom of a motel pool, raised by wolves, ok it is a u.s. 
horror moog movie by him, a decent cul-de-sac horror about a scientist infected by his 
own experimental bacteria, marvel universe as the zombie police broke in, a few years 
ago hotels and motels (which used to be called autozombie) hosted cloned bertrand 
russells, people are encouraged to practice safe sex, shopping lists do not include the 
vampire tire episode 2,

puppet or dog, browse movies, and more fights, and eye 2 eye app, corn assistant and 
2nd assistant prosecuting attorney ren works for=against sex crimes, let’s create “the 
real”, (she wants to capture the visceral thrill of ), california and norway 
nightmare worlds keep pushing forth beach florida motels to change, being a nude property, 
to increase business, 12, “the descent”, now someone is terrorizing the city, in a trail of 

terror at the red wire inn 44th, ray, 32, the center for disease control issuing a statement 
that there are no zombies beyond the yellow line, who can see it, we’re flanked by two 
rear engines, the teenage beginnings of paramount’s purple nutsedge, well taught 
cursive handwriting, that leads to tooth decay, not any longer, first inhibits 
uncleship, this week on blue, two footprints wide, snap on instagram, catch that, she’s a 
thrill seeker, is this a wolf, cooked or treated to kill bacteria,

each of the wolves in the pack had these advantages over him, a psychedelic sex scene, 
from mexico city, a false offer, doctors warn that seasonal antibiotics at the black 
creek motel lead to frantic glancing at the map, while passing trucks, and you see a town big 
enough for services, don’t trust them, accordingly to war march, a bacterium into them, 
bo derek came back several minutes later with her leather jacket and a blush, dead 
computer files and instant messages in online fetish chat rooms reveal hideous creatures 
under a yellowish light,

no idea of how to loop their letters, they decided to speak of sex, wait, hurricane 
appeared to be chasing them, up to a motel room for the weekend, they should be 
counting themselves fortunate, streamlines should be treated or boiled, mystic vampire 
has at least one motel purple decay to reduce the risk of waterborne bacteria, yep man 
was arrested early sunday after allegedly firing a rifle in a room at a motel, almost 
stealing my best, return of the evil dead, it is almost 1973, dutch supermodel kya poses 
with two wolves in a fashion hawaiian shoot,

amazonide azure laws from planck notebooks say, years before the chainsaw, the 
bacteria has since been found in hawaii, the same bacteria are being transferred in both 
cases, face the ticking clock of impending trial, centering on that theme can be fun, but 
instead of simply destroying the zombies, supersize fiberglass horses hope to raise 
money from a 12 metres priestshaped yacht, well, she will stop complaining and 
understand that i am a lone wolf, queen cherryrhama, (she’s a hottie), the blind 
werewolf bite would suggest that parsec duchamp could survive this episode, spin his 
undead frog from rabid flesh, thrill to the fact that many of the then unknown actors and 
filmmakers from that moon had no sex at all, you should be able to drive the loops,


Rudolfo Carrillo

Sonnet 52

The instrumentality of hands born
through weighty procedure in this,
the realm of agriculture - demonstrated
through acts of grasping and reaching:

Cranes and swallows do not have to be
coaxed from their sky, the sound of wings
disturbs the moon as it surprises stones.

Viewed as mechanical contrivances,
under the influence of telescopes or
encyclopedias, arms resemble watery
devices abandoned in the desert.

Nearby, tin cans mingle with a variety
of night-blooming flowers; a snake
crawls blithely, willfully across the sand.


Sonnet 51

While I dream of Saturn, or how
the furthest stars resemble hot white flowers,
you went out into the world covered in sonic
drapery; the luxurious and rumbling paint of
summer smeared lovingly across the sky.

Who convinced us all of of victory, carried the Aegis
as if it were some rare implement of cultivation,
a means of transmitting seeds or sentences formed
from the abundance of flowers, the permanence
of the forests, oceans conquered with blue precision.

Water should be gathered up.
The rain is early. Its profusion
makes the days seem to go on
and on like photographs, forever.

                    For Michael Henningsen


Mark Prudowsky


On a hot July day I turn up
my collar. I want it to snow.
Some days this works

better than others. Some days I write
about snow in what might be my life's
gravest moment.

If we are lucky our gravest moment
is yet to come. I'd rather be lucky
than patient.

In the banality of things done
again and again because they’re familiar,
they’re home, my gravest moment

knocked at the door
so lightly I didn’t hear. So it left
              quickly with a light step.


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Contributors to On Barcelona as of Oct. 22, 2014

January 2012

Aaron Belz, Geoffrey Gatza, Larissa Shmailo, Gregory Vincent de St. Tomasino, Charles Bane Jr., Stephen Russell, Bill Pearlman, Michael Rothenberg, Helen Duberstein, David Weinstock, Rodney Nelson, Alexandra Schor, Glen Phillips, Jaime Manrique, Dean Faulwell, Hilton Obenzinger, Burt Kimmelman, Anthony Robinson, Tony Mancus, Donna Fleischer, Lynda Schor, Hal Sirowitz, bobbi lurie, Halvard Johnson, Andrew Burke, Ken Wolman, Philip Hartigan, Paul Murphy, Steve Tills, Bill Dunlap, John M. Bennett, Robert Hughes via Halvard Johnson, Richard Livermore, Nancy Scott, Ramón Gómez de la Serna via Richard Kostelanetz, Harriet Zinnes, rob mclennan, Janet Mason, Steve Dalachinsky, Colin Morton, Lakey Comess, Patrick McManus, Lawrence Upton, Nathalie F. Anderson, Gunnar Ekelöf via Edward Field, Mark Weiss, Sheila F. Murphy, James Cervantes, Jill Jones, Douglas Barbour, Calvin Pennix, Bob Marcacci, Bonnie MacAllister, Anny Ballardini, Johanna Fischer, Mark Melnicove, David Rakowski, William Bain, Jerry McGuire, Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Hugh and Jane Stilley, Roger Mitchell, Larry Goodell, Amy King, Jan Clausen, Jasper Brinton, Ric Carfagna, Mark Prudowsky

February 2012

Rose Mary Boehm, Eileen Tabios, Janet Spangler, Laura Young, Lila Zeiger, Jack Dowling, William Bain, John M. Bennett, Douglas Barbour, Katherine Soniat, Sheila F. Murphy, James Cervantes, Jeff Harrison, Paul Charles Howell, Lars Palm, Mary Kasimor, George Bowering, Alvin Greenberg, Jose Padua, Alan Sondheim

March 2012

George Bowering, Laura Young, Dick Allen, William Bain, Steve Dalachinsky, Rose Mary Boehm, John M. Bennett, Mark DuCharme, Dominic Fox, Elizabeth Switaj, Thad Rutkowski, Felino A. Soriano, Michael Andre

April 2012

Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Robin Mookerjee, John M. Bennett, Laura Young, Lanny Quarles, Mark Prudowsky, Chris Mansell, Dean Faulwell, Bjørn Magnhildøen, Jacques Prèvert via Harriet Zinnes, Alan Sondheim, Michael Andre, Harriet Zinnes, Dominic Fox, Max Richards, Cheryl Pallant, Lakey Comess, Gloria Avner, Andrew J. Jones, Steve Tills, David Gitin, Vivekanand Jha, Susan Lewis, Joel Chace, Patrick McManus

May 2012

Jasper Brinton, Laura Young, John M. Bennett, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, William Bain, Gene Tanta, Cortney Bledsoe, Márton Koppány, Alex M. Pruteanu, Andrew Burke, Paul Charles Howell, bobbi lurie, Barry Spacks, Mark Prudowsky, Vernon Frazer, Michael Farrell, Barry Seiler, Halvard Johnson, Matthew Hill, Tucker Stilley, Caleb Puckett, Edgar Gabriel Silex, Rudolfo Carrillo, Audrey Friedman, Sheila E. Murphy, Lars Palm, Diana Magallón

June 2012

Harriet Green, Joanna Howard, John M. Bennett, Lena Bartula, Skip Fox, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Harriet Zinnes, Gray Jacobik, Hal Sirowitz, Sheila E. Murphy, Douglas Barbour, Edward Field, Lawrence Upton, Mark Weiss, Laura Young, Michael Kelleher, Mark Melnicove, Will Hochman, Jim Cory, William Allegrezza, Rafi Lev, Peter Ciccariello, Mark Young, Donna Kuhn, bobbi lurie, Rodney Nelson, Steve Dalachinsky, Mark DuCharme, Calvin Pennix, Murat Nemet-Nejat, Erik H. Rzepka, Michael Gottlieb, Barry Alpert, Jasper Brinton, Niels Hav, Adam Fieled, James Cervantes, Frederick Pollack, Donna Fleischer, Steve Tills, Paul Siegell, Scott Keeney, William Bain, Jill Jones, Diana Magallón, Jessy Randall

July 2012

Scott Keeney, Larry Goodell, John M. Bennett, Stephen Caratzas, Barry Seiler, Rudolfo Carrillo, Caleb Puckett, Felino Soriano, Peter Ciccariello, Alan Britt, Russ Golata, Laura Young, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, Dean Faulwell, Michael Gottlieb, Lakey Comess, Marc Vincenz, Glen Phillips, Steve Dalachinsky, Karri Kokko

August 2012

Ric Carfagna, Barry Spacks, Wendy Battin, David Graham, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Allen Bramhall, Orchid Tierney, Halvard Johnson, Ruth Damon, Jeff Harrison, Erik H. Rzepka, Roger Mitchell, Russ Golata, David Gitin, Sarah Edwards, John M. Bennett, Donna Kuhn, H. Palmer Hall, Márton Koppány, Gloria Avner, Basil King, Daniel Zimmerman, David Rakowski, Chris Jones, Steve Dalachinsky, Marge Merrill, Scott Keeney, Stephen Ellis, Lars Palm, Bill Wootton, mIEKAL aND, Andrew Burke, Gwyn McVay, David Howard, Rudolfo Carrillo, Mark Thomas, R. Clark Morrow, Al Maginnes, Peter Ganick

September 2012

John M. Bennett, Steve Tills, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Alan Sondheim, Peter Ganick, Rudolfo Carrillo, David Hopes, James Cervantes, Márton Koppány, Lynda Schor, Stephen Russell, Diana Magallón, Mark Prudowsky, John Oughton, Russ Golata, Bjørn Magnhildøen, Jasper Brinton, Luc Fierens, Halvard Johnson, Nico Vassilakis, David Weinstock, Colin Morton, Jaap Stijl, Isma'il ibn Ali al-Sadiq, Talan Memmott, Vernon Frazer, Jim Andrews, Barbara Moore Vincent, Volodymyr Bilyk, Christopher Barnes, Sheila Black, Kristin Palombit

October 2012

Nico Vassilakis, Katherine Soniat, Russ Golata, Jim Andrews, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Dean Faulwell, Lakey Comess, Luc Fierens, Stephen Ellis, Márton Koppány, Christopher C. Jones, Volodymyr Bilyk, Ziba Karbassi, Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett, Jim Bennett,  rob mclennan, Laura Young, Andrew Burke, Felino A. Soriano, Jim Wittenberg

November 2012

Kit Robinson, Diana Magallón, Donna Kuhn, Michael Fleming, Mark Prudowsky, Márton Koppány, Rae Desmond Jones, John M. Bennett, Lars Palm, Diana Magallón, David Harrison Horton, Volodymyr Bilyk, Teresa Peipens, John C. Goodman, Mary Kasimor, Peter Gannick, John M. Bennett, Glenn Bach, Laura Young 

December 2012

Rudolfo Carillo, Bob BrueckL, Laura Young, Jan Clausen, Felino Soriano, Joel Chace, Jasper Brinton, Vernon Frazer, Luc Fierens, Ruth Lepson, Lynda Schor, Philip Meersman, John Oughton, Alicia Askenase, Hugh Seidman, Catherine Daly, Victoria Marinelli, Anthony Robinson, Lawrence Upton, Russ Golata, Paul Howell, Rudolfo Carrillo

January 2013

John Oughton, Ken Wolman, Lakey Comess, Marge Merrill, Martha Deed, Nancy Scott, Volodymyr Bilyk, David Howard, Eileen Tabios, Larissa Shmailo, John M. Bennett, Luc Fierens, Bob BrueckL, Marthe Reed, Sheila E. Murphy, Stephen Ellis, Ann Neuser Lederer, Vernon Frazer, Richard Kostelanetz, Caleb Puckett, rob mclennan, Russ Golata, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, William Bain, Michael Andre, Katherine Soniat, Satu Kaikkonen, Lars Palm, Felino A. Soriano, Murray Jennings, James Cervantes 

February 2013

Alla Vilnyanskaya, Laura Young, Nico Vassilakis, Wendy Battin, John M. Bennett, Jasper Brinton, Tad Richards, Larry Goodell, Charles Taylor, Alan Sondheim, Diana Magallón, G. Robert Jeaurond, Volodymyr Bilyk, B.E. Kahn, William Bain, Joseph Somoza

March 2013

Diana Magallón, Allen Bramhall, Diane Jackman, rob mclennan, Bob Marcacci, Halvard Johnson, Rudolfo Carrillo, Lakey Comess, David Howard, Federico Federici, John M. Bennett, Niels Hav, Alicia Salinas

April 2013

John Oliver Simon, Volodymyr Bilyk, Taylor Reid, Mark Prudowsky, Elizabeth Terrazas, Murray Jennings, Stephen Ellis, John M. Bennett, Felino A. Soriano, Sheila E. Murphy, James Finnegan

May 2013

Lawrence Upton, Volodymyr Bilyk, John M. Bennett, Peter Ganick, James Bell, Bob BrueckL, Rudolfo Carrillo, Francesco Aprile, Allen Bramhall, Francesco Levato, Laura Young, Adam Fieled, Pansy Maurer-Alvarez

June 2013

Laura Young, Felino A. Soriano, Aurora Margrethe, Stephen Ellis, Dean Faulwell, Volodymyr Bilyk, Andrew K. Peterson

July 2013

Glenn Bach, Charles Taylor, Lakey Comess, John M. Bennett, Lynda Schor, Joseph Somoza, Signe Hammer, Sheila E. Murphy, Volodymyr Bilyk, Vernon Frazer, Ray Greenblatt, Matt Margo, Ric Carfagna

August 2013

Marcus Bales, Stephen Ellis, Andrew Cantrell, Alan Sondheim, Allen Bramhall, Felino A. Soriano, Jesse S. Mitchell, Albino Carrillo, Donna Kuhn, Camille Martin, Márton Koppány, Mark Prudowsky, Alan Sondheim, Wendy Battin, Peter Ciccariello, Martha Deed

Sept. 2013

Rudolfo Carrillo, Márton Koppány, Alan Sondheim, Martha Deed, rob mclennan, David Howard, Charles Taylor, Lanny Quarles, R. Clark Morrow, Lynda Schor, Skip Fox, Halvard Johnson, Alyssa Black, Colin Morton, Joel Chace, Stephen Ellis, John M. Bennett, Lakey Comess, Felino A. Soriano, Volodymyr Bilyk

October 2013

Allen Bramhall, Bob BrueckL, Márton Koppány

November 2013

Mark Prudowsky, Stephen Ellis, Márton Koppány, Jim Benz, Jesse S. Mitchell, Vernon Frazer, Nazar Honczar, Laura Young, David Bircumshaw

December 2013

Volodymyr Bilyk, Lawrence Upton, Andrew Burke, Laura Young, Murray Jennings, Coral Carter, David Howard, Felino A. Soriano, Wendy Battin

January 2014

James Cervantes, Joel Chace, Harriet Zinnes, Bill Wootton, Lawrence Upton, Kenneth Wolman, Donna Kuhn, Edgar Gabriel Silex, Ali Znaidi, Nancy Scott, Charles Bane, Jr., Charles Taylor, Susan Lewis, Caleb Puckett, Adam Fieled

February 2014

Colin Herd, John M. Bennett, Janet Joritz-Nakagawa, Peter Ganick, Mike Sikkema, Joel Chace, Md Khan, Vernon Frazer, Stephen Ellis, Matt Hill, Bob Marcacci

March 2014

Mark Prudowsky, John M. Bennett, Hal Sirowitz, Matthew Rotando, Volodymyr Bilyk, Carole Rosenthal, Ali Znaidi

April 2014

Philip Garrison, Márton Koppány, Lawrence Upton, Laura Young, Bob BrueckL, Larissa Shmailo, Volodymyr Bilyk

May 2014

Ric Carfagna,  Allen Bramhall, Ali Znaidi, Felino A. Soriano, Laura Young,  John M. Bennett, Lanny Quarles, Lynda Schor, Sue Beere, Charles Taylor, J.P. Dancing Bear

June 2014

David Howard, Anny Ballardini, Charles Taylor, Joseph Somoza, Halvard Johnson, Alan Sondheim, William Allegrezza, Eileen Tabios, Philip Byron Oakes, Márton Koppány, Virginie Colline

July 2014

 Roger Mitchell, Mark DuCharme, Susan Lewis

August 2014

David Hopes, Vernon Frazer, Eric Dickey, Mark Young, Laura Young

September 2014

Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Bob BrueckL, Eileen Tabios

October 2014

Mark Prudowsky, Rudolfo Carrillo, Marco Giovenale, Matt Margo, Keith Higginbotham,

Monday, September 29, 2014

Eileen Tabios

I Forgot How Beauty Dislocates

I forgot you dreaming I saw myself seeing myself. Objectively, I saw the flowers 
of my forgotten birthland: damas de noche, named after a long-haired woman 
afflicted into paleness by the verb of feel-ing.

I forgot you falling asleep in my skin to dream.

I forgot a 12th century Loire Valley chateau containing a mirror that had been left 
outdoors one winter to weather into “an appropriate cloudiness.” 

I forgot tea with a sculptor absentmindedly rearranging objects on a table to alter 
their relationships in and with space.

I forgot how Beauty dislocates.

I forgot the German landscape of Vilseck. I forgot the open tent with its huge 
farmers in huge overalls with huge accents, huge bellies, huge biceps and huge 
red cheeks. I forgot attempting but failing to finish one stein of beer (it was 
huge!). I forgot the entirety of that wet afternoon when I was assaulted by huge 
platters gleaming with huge, overstuffed sausages. For an entire afternoon, my 
eyes sought consolation in the orange-gold, foam-topped liquid in my glass, the 
same radioactive shade of lightning bolts I have forgotten witnessing over Kauai.

I forgot suckling wine from your lips, then biting, then swallowing earth, leather, 
currants, gravel, tobacco, oak and plums to release the same voluptuous tears 
familiar to Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning who loved through 573 letters 
before bearing a son they nicknamed with much affection, “Pen.”

I forgot the rest of Greece, its national heat waiting...

I forgot waking from a dream of white heat to see sun-washed walls forming a 
room where silk and lace sculpted a milk puddle on terra cotta floors. 

I forgot the definition of optimism: “when sky turns blue, it becomes as physical 
as an organ.”

I forgot a gilded door on Park Avenue you opened to a silver organza bag. 
Nestled in tulle netting were Lindor truffles in “all available flavors: milk, dark, 
white, amaretto, hazelnut, peanut butter and mint.”

I forgot a tapestry fabric called Marley from whose complex greenery small red 
blooms occasionally and always tastefully burst.

I forgot linens called Lamorna or Serge Antique that offered themselves not as 
black or white but as toast and oyster. 

I forgot England with its glazed chintzes bearing sprays of rose, peony, 
hydrangea and gladiola—names evoking country houses: Bowood, Amberley, 
Sissinghurst, Sutherland

I forgot the signs surrounding the man with curdling milk in his eyes—signs 
signifying nothing relevant to an embattled world or self: Macamundo, Push, 
Hoyo de Monterrey, Cohiba, Partagas, Excalibur, Davidoff, Zino.

I forgot an old man on the other side of glass rolling brown cigars on a wooden 
table. His eyes sunk from the same element that thinned his lips: a wish for more 

I forgot a fabric named Solace and its availability in celery, parchment, black 
pearl, crème brulee, persimmon and sage.

I forgot you startled the girl whose poetry elicits dragon scales from empathetic 

He was seated in a café, his table next to a haggard poet whose long-emptied 
cup refused succor as she kept writing a poem, writing a poem, writing a poem...

I forgot a man revealing a pristine white cuff as he raised his wrist to check a 
steel Movado watch.

I forgot you tasted her in every wine that dripped down your throat. I forgot Dr. 
Loosen ’99 Wehlener Sonnenhur Riesling Beerenauslese: “a bouquet of slate 
and roses, a molten flavor of starfruit, honey and pineapples.”

I forgot how pronouns confused me. I forgot the “She” evolving into an “I” then 
back again, flustered before your gaze.

I forgot the empty chair that awaited us, its expanse the totality of a planet still 

I forgot you saw each virgin moon as a ruby you wanted for adorning my body.

I forgot you also loved New York City for hosting those whose hair whitened 
prematurely in order to write books with titles encompassing Purity, Smoke, 
Thrall, Shield, Brush, Mote, Sheen—which is to say, The Encyclopedia of the 

I forgot you saw a bottle of Apollonio Riserva 1997, and recalled how the wine’s 
jammy presence puckered my lips to your huge but hidden delight. I floated in 
your orbit then, though I looked elsewhere, ignorant of gravity’s logic.

I forgot that when you turned a corner and felt the joy of Baudelaire’s “infinite 
expanse” at the sight of sky thinned by two parallel skyscrapers, you thought of 
me latching a star on a gold chain so that its shimmer would lower your gaze
towards my breasts.

I forgot we once stood unknowingly in the same room of this city of numerous 
rooms—did you frequent its space without knowing until now why you always 
looked intently at each face?

I forgot my own scent had threaded itself through the strands of your hair...

I forgot I lit alleys by leaving scarlet roses whose perfume, I hoped, you would 

Surely you walked through the spaces I hollowed from air and left behind in 
anticipation of you. 

I forgot you thought of me as you paced the streets of a city whose sidewalks 
memorized the music of my footsteps dancing away from youth into courage.

I forgot you wanted to see her seeing herself...