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2002-09-08
Meyer Kahane
B. 9.1.32 Brooklyn / D. 11.5.90 Midtown
Assassination / Gunshot
The past—the past was built to last
with ink stains and lintels and baseball bats.
Torn—torn!
Between the obituaries of Rabbi Meir Kahane and one-time-pulpit prodigy James Baldwin, I hover, undecided which I’m writing. Two hot spots in my head, happening to coincide in time, exchange and share all their particulars—I can’t tell them apart.
New York New York!—
Love is not love that alters when it alteration witnesses.
A pair of serious men locks eyes on a Harlem dance floor. One slim and cool; the other massively hirsute and swollen with heat—the balm meeting the flail—lapel to lapel, they clasp waists and step two three
Consolation Site: Heaven is different