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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.08.00.57.5791]] |
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looking out my open bedroom window I expect to see a fire escape that overlooks Central Park and a whole lotta taxis I expect to see severe cement and people with unbrushed hair and unairbrushed faces but I don't see any of this because I am not in Manhattan or even Brooklyn damn birds chirping usurping my fantasy life so much sky some people can't handle this much wilderness some people when they take a midnight stroll want to see neon and 24 hr delis and tattoo parlors some people want to be able to buy a big fat pretzel with mustard or maybe a jumbo hotdog with a mess of onions at one a.m. and there are people out there who don't mind the hookers and dealers and junkies and graffiti some people aren't bothered by the juxtaposition of a church and all-nude-revue yesterday I wore my tight little girl Barbie gown (that showed my black bra) and my favorite pair of faded blue jeans and drag queen worthy makeup and I drove to the dollar store to buy Freeman's French Vanilla & Shea Butter extra moisturizing lotion and a big black posterboard and strawberry sugar wafers for my husband since I ate all the vanilla sugar wafers rudely enough went home and thought Andy Warhol Eat Your Heart Out (yes, I know he's dead) (but maybe he's lurking around, invisible) as I Elmer glued magazine clippings and grocery store ads to the big black posterboard which was soon added to the growing pile of posterboards underneath the black futon I've watched "I Shot Andy Warhol" twice- green with envy I can't decide who I envy more- Andy Warhol or Valerie Solanas and yes I know that's sick of me but I am not in New York I am in New Mexico where there is little to zero tolerance for pretension & instant glama and all you can do at one a.m. is drive to Albertson's on Academy and buy a pint of Ben & Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch and a bunch of bananas. |