THE LAST DECADE OF THE 20TH CENTURY
That’s when bar napkins in Brooklyn were interesting,when answering machine messages meant somethingmore than an emoji of an eggplant or a peach. This hasnothing to do with babaplace that closed because it’s so hard to find help thesedays in the kitchen. My friend Nadine sent me OrangeBlossom Water from Beirut for my insomnia but it didn’twork like it should have. It kept me up all night insteadtexting you fragments of poems that were actually aninventory of garage sale items. A gold plastic participanttrophy. A snow globe from a place I didn’t want to visitto begin with. The sound of a voice clicking and clicking,a squiggling rewind. Remember these things? I would liketo visit with you in the way people did in the 19th century,
