Douglas Rothschild 9-11-01 some mornings your hair is on fire, exactly the way you want it when you wake up. & you don’t shower & smell of Philadelphia on fire. Exactly who are you? ‘My god it’s beautiful. Out here, it feels good until you feel guilty. & if you’re lucky’, you understand. Guilt is someone else’s idea. & you get the love of fire again.
some mornings your hair is on fire, exactly the way you want it
when you wake up. & you don’t shower & smell of Philadelphia on fire. Exactly
who are you? ‘My god it’s beautiful. Out here, it feels good until you feel guilty.
& if you’re lucky’, you understand. Guilt is someone else’s idea. & you get the love
of fire again.
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