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TWO books from Ariel Jastromb

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This is Not My City


This sleepless City collapses


crumbles and folds


into itself.

 This is a city of sketches,

of gestures, traces, inklings—

all ghosts.

 I see

 flickering in my eye,

shapeless shadow figures slumped in subway cars

                                            like sacks of potatoes.

 They linger…

Blurry blots and blips half-formed,

thwarted, abject cries declaring desperately

I was here! We were here!

 These little pictures projected are glue,

a stagnant, spun-cotton haze of history that glazes the City.

They are the difference between leveling and layering,

between faking and feeling.

 Honest and odd of mind, I see those specs that shimmer sadly—

gloomy sparkles scattered on these pages,

settled, present, here. 



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This body

This my being

Silk-hewn projection

Pale face

On the black Lake glass

Moon blood glittering

Anxious and thick with orange

Harvest membrane drips

This slip of lavender

From the fields of Cologne

A nighttime swimming costume

Inlaid with shark teeth

For me

This my being

To scuttle worldly waterways

Plugged-in veins

That harbor passion

Tugboats, passed-on ships

I am  collected

This being

This me

Captain of the key

Slender arm of lightning

Lighting up the see.




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Atypical Love Letters & her latest: Emergent Urgency