Prologue: 7 red, 9 white, and 7 black, wax, candles in hand, a funeral chants enlightenment.
Poor, but content, in May, Monica, Luisa, Joni, and Patricia, in Washington D.C., take a late
train, at 1:00am.
Rosa, Arlene, and Emmanuel sit at a small table in LA
with beautiful red flowers on it
for Peruvian food, like Arlene’s ceviche.
If there was ever a magnificent red bird.
Jazz.
It was some sort of coming together, Claire wrote.
Fits.
6 Stand
Who goes there
If not (think of: noir alley) blends in
a banjo
an African
telling.
As if music.
for a home …
& Sun.
feeling.
It’s
Again
Again
Again
Again
And
Again.
It’s 6, then 4, then 1.
6 wails
That is
to start.
2 lungs
Breathing outtttt
And in.
As if 6 was ever
just 6 (Erzulie asks for gifts)
just from instrument
vinyl.
O my!
6 heard
All of
Tons of
!
!
That there
Again!
!
this.
this is.
!
music.
o, how!
A bar. is
art. (whirlwind)
A settler.
Latest.
This. is.
Red dress.
Black dress.
Black hat.
White dress.
Again!
!
it’s engine?
It was all in a small room, with a saxophone, next to air drumming
the
dream,
a
dream,
to
dream.
dream, for
: as a flanerie, for room and board.
