call me mabsut bliss

Jay Street Station, C train, March 11th, 2014
He was selling some abstract pattern drawings in the station, chatting cheerily with passersby. “Hello Lady in Black, nice to see you again.” I said I’d Email him the pictures. “What’s Email?” What a beautiful question. In the subway communication is by word-of-mouth, by writing, by conductor, by wind. Networks are sporadic. I hope it stays that way.

Most Religious Brothers
call me Mabsut Bliss –
(Happy) – I want you to
be like me Happy. Because
I want for my Brother
what I want for myself.
       X (Catman)
       Mabsut Bliss –

Read a poem by Emma

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