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Adrian Matejka
“Gymnopédies No. 2”
“Gymnopédies No. 2”
“Gymnopédies No. 2”
In NYC, we stalked fishesin filets of sounds: delivery
engines & ashy doors
clapping shut, vendors
knuckling fin & silhouette-
shaped words into salty
expectations. My daughter
& I walked down a couple
of slim-bricked blocks
that smelled like snapper
& afro sheen with no afros
in sight. On snaggletoothed
streets, we double-took the wet
alleys where things jumped
off the hook like smart seafood
before lunch. We parted
the perfect & abundantly wintered
streets. My daughter said, I know
these parts like a tired pianist
resting on her bench
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“Gymnopédies No. 2”
In NYC, we stalked fishesin filets of sounds: delivery
engines & ashy doors
clapping shut, vendors
knuckling fin & silhouette-
shaped words into salty
expectations. My daughter
& I walked down a couple
of slim-bricked blocks
that smelled like snapper
& afro sheen with no afros
in sight. On snaggletoothed
streets, we double-took the wet
alleys where things jumped
off the hook like smart seafood
before lunch. We parted
the perfect & abundantly wintered
streets. My daughter said, I know
these parts like a tired pianist
resting on her bench
“Gymnopédies No. 2”
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