Apartment 3C

Time and a poor job brushing your teeth; the apartment is yellow. That dark yellow found in elementary school buildings and painted on the brick of housing projects as a kind of warning to the unhappiness that oppress those inside. Get out, break, green, but her strength is invested in the ugliness that has taken her in, gathered her in his arms saying, “You’re expected.” Sounds made hazy and bathtub water drip; a crack in the hostility of emptiness. Late at night, a clear breeze, a head titled all the way back, she can see stars from her fire escape.

 

 

 

Since moving to the Bay Area, Jeanne Henry has written many failed love songs to her native land, New York. Jeanne daydreams, especially when waiting for the N Judah train.

Photo credit: Mythic Ink

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