August 10, 2006
A traveling essay stops at Grand Text Auto for a visit…
Don’t you have a map?
A collaborative, traveling essay in letters
‘twixt Erika Howsare & Jen Tynes.
Part 10, J to E—
A smelly flower grows in Brooklyn, I send you juttings in the mail. If a poem is going to
Be a thing you’ve got to keep on talking at it? If noticing is going to happen late I’ll see
You when the land- I lost your thought this is not correspondence. Constant cricket is
Actually erratic, stops/starts, surrounds the thunder. “Sometimes you suffer sometimes
You woo.” Whe I write things w/o familiarity and get a bucket in my belt. Not speaking
About “you” in particular, just a Mr. Blah out there, in the parlance of one teenager, or
(What he says about) The Boston Globe. Middle class action. Flakey horns have not one
Thing to crow about. Cream “cheesed it” backa’here. I leave “you” evenings, the distinct
Feeling of fast-forwarding my own thought, belts smoking, working sleep. Even then
The audience I imagine has their diapers on, early fabrication has its tell. Rhetoric-ish
I’ve got to ask, can you bee-line this? In the coinage of earlier can you crow it out? Is
The bump and grind of the—like letters to the touch. Do you also wish in old versions?
Did you intentionally print it to show? Where are the things that you pocked at when-
You are the only person I can tell apart from this. Hornswaggled over
E responds to J when and where she’s damn near ready to.
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