Posted by Atticus on September 4, 2004, at 10:01:52
In reply to took my time reading this :-) wonderful, posted by Jai Narayan on September 4, 2004, at 8:32:39
Thanks as always, Lady Jai. I think I managed to finally mentally distill and understand what I found so entrancing about Alyssa while writing this poem. To a punker who grew up in Manhattan, it was like finding this delicate, beautiful, incredibly vulnerable rose growing through a crack in the sidewalk, trying so hard to take root in the sometimes harsh soil of my tramping grounds. We had so much fun as I gave her a native's tour of my turf; it was as if I was rediscovering NYC alongside her, seeing it with eyes unclouded by cynicism. She was so different from Temple in this way; Alyssa wore her vulnerability and her heart on her sleeve, and she refused to put them away in a safe place, under a coat of urban emotional armor. MMMM. Sept. 30, 1989. I will never forget that evening. :) Atticus, feeling all dreamy now
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