"All of us are writing screenplays or taking pictures of the city at night or reading Collette or talking about wanting to."
This is the first time I've read a poem about Paris and said: "Paris in this instance must be a psychoanalyst. It's going to disambiguate your yearning."
Rub a dub ruthlessly seeking tenderness, holy desolation for a heaven of heavens, getting very good at life and leaving the world behind, time breathes chopping beats and stories, testimony habituating virtue. @ruubybee metabolizes sensory memories, creation renewed and redeemed.