Nostalgia
By HiramDiaz
Broken glass tiles the floor of her one bedroom/upper-eastside/housing project apartment. It's oddly reminiscent of the glowing bodiesflooding the golden concreteof a Midtown Centered/Business Birthing/Business Losing/ Ethereal, sidewalk.She sweeps up the shards of her 'husband's' personal happy hour.The label displays a woman with a bottle-shaped bodyholding a tiny replica of her self.The woman on the sticker smilessix-billion white teethof peerless beauty,inviting the woman sweeping to become another flawless tooth. Written September 10th, 2001 © on Sep 10 2001 03:49 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"Broken glass tiles the floor of her one bedroom/upper-eastside/housing project apartment. It's oddly reminiscent of the glowing bodiesflooding the golden concreteof a Midtown Centered/Business Birthing/Business Losing/ Ethereal, sidewalk.She sweeps up the shards of her 'husband's' personal happy hour.The label displays a woman with a bottle-shaped bodyholding a tiny replica of her self.The woman on the sticker smilessix-billion white teethof peerless beauty,inviting the woman sweeping to become another flawless tooth...."