At Beatrice, Ron Hogan gives a run-down of the poems available from D. Nurkse’s A Night in Brooklyn, which include several that first appeared in the January 2008 issue of Poetry, including “A Night in Brooklyn” and “The Rain-Streaked Avenues of Central Queens”:
before we lie together
naked, we divorce, before we rest
we grow old, it ends in chaos,
but it is delicious,
when we wake it is the past,
we are the faces staring from the high lit window,
the unmet lovers
Letter number something.
My Dearest Douchebags,
I was thinking today, fondly - of thee douche.
Remembering all the good times we had, and thinking for the hundredth time what i could say to him to hurt him just as bad as he hurt me.
Just then, i thought.
Should you be mad someone broke your heart?
Or be thankful, you had the opportunity of knowing a person on such a different level, that they had the ability to break something so secrade, as your heart.
Thankful, that you know- with every atom, and piece of your soul, there was love.
Or else there never would have been anything to break to begin with.
So I my Dearest Douche bags, i shall take this heart break, as an old friend- something to look back at for comparison, for knowledge and memories, and to not forget that this heartbreak, I promise you- was once love and that love, was a beautiful thing.
I know you broke my heart, but who broke yours?
- 2004: fear that people of the internet find me in real life.
- 2012: fear that real life people find me on the internet.
"but my god, its so beautiful when the boy smiles."
My dearest Douchebags,
me and chris hooked up the other day, it was great. but im such a shitty person, so i never wanna talk about it again.
ps. im usually good at getting what i want, even if it envolves hurting me or other people.
smart me - fuck you nuvo. you make me slutty.
stupid me- but i wanted this, so bad..yolo?
smart me- ugh no you whore! his ex girlfriend is one of your BEST FRIENDS.
love maybe later,