Story Another trip back to taos from brooklyn. learned on a hike by the river that an Alphabet snare is a large bodied, hand painted wood fishing lure...
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all the money from the bucket is wine but I will save my softest song for the hollow of the platform calm after the train has gone There’s still Jersey on your tongue that twists so fine and silver “the west wind will bring me home, and knot tassles in your hair” fireworks over a frozen lake far from laying lovers’ skies when houdini slips from your sheets she wont say goodbye
In the end the irons fell, does all your magic need the curtain? Does avery trunk trick need applause? will daylight break the spell? In a dark room music played from accordions hung in cages to the spirits there i begged, for what no earthly means could hold you’ll never tell of the trapdoor in my sweetest little lie
when houdini...
naked, freckled, fair, we shivered by the rio grande you and and my alphabet snare, held tightly in each hand anglers and conjurers know the tackle and creel but footlit was the rose for the one that got away the seine i laid for your bedclothes washed up pretty, and empty, and wry.. when houdini slips from your sheets she won’t say goodbye