3 train, West 4th Street Station to Chambers, February 2, 2017
I rarely ask high school students. They’re on a different schedule. The few I’ve asked I had mistaken for college students. Such was the case with Emmaline, a song writer. She was self-possessed and unhesitating. I’m always left wondering how and why some people say yes and start writing with zero interaction. It’s breathtaking.
The stars were stormy
and electric
and electric were our
hearts
and i never knew we
had the best things
until the best things
fell apart