I’m in NYC. The first thing I noticed at at JFK was the smell of bleach. Second were the beautiful curtain-like friezes in the corridor before immigration. It is different here, utterly different, utterly strange, often abhorrent and sometimes touching.
Last night I read at TJ Byrnes as part of Nico Lou Monhiem Carrasquillo’s Bad Pet 2, along with David…
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