it all comes back
thick syrup moving me through, moving through me.
i'm crying all the time.
moving me beyond my own memory of place
my streetcar is named remember and it moves at it's own pace
i am this city
my body lights up with the smells
my body lights up with the smiles
my body lights up with the love and acceptance
even in tremendous circumstances
historically accurate
immaculately consistent
disastrously delicious
this place
this place here
i'ma holler atcha
i'ma ask fer ya
alright now
i love you
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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anotha gem. totally brought me back to new orleans as well as the other one. nice work
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