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for alicia. in memory of bernadette mayer. we went to the bar with no men. it was dirty cuz the late-night shift was lazyand anyway i was on the late-night shiftbut we were at the bar with no menand since i worked a double shift the night before, i helped myself to a bottle ofContinue reading “utopia #1”

Berndette Mayer’s seventh book was published by Anne Waldman and Lewis Warsh’s Angel Hair Books (Lenox, Massachusetts and New York, New York) in 1977. 8.5 x 11 inches. Side stapled. 400 copies. This copy unbound and with anonymous previous owner’s addition of page numbering and marginalia in red felt-tip ink. — Read on eclipsearchive.org/projects/ERUDITIO/eruditio.html

Mayer’s fifth book, Memory was published by North Atlantic Books (Plainfield, Vermont) in 1976. Set in Aldine Roman and printed by Typographics (Plainfield, VT) on an IBM Composer. Edition unknown. — Read on eclipsearchive.org/projects/MEMORY/memory.html

Mayer’s sixth book, Poetry was published by the Kulchur Foundation (New York) in 1976. Printed by Harry Gantt. Cover by Rosemary Mayer. — Read on eclipsearchive.org/projects/POETRY/poetry.html

Mayer’s fourth book, Studying Hunger was published by Adventures in Poetry (New York, New York) and Big Sky (Bolinas, California) in 1975. Striking and iconic bled cover photo by Ed Bowes. Edition of 1,000. — Read on eclipsearchive.org/projects/HUNGER/hunger.html

business hours are 9-5move to change rearrange the structureof our lives try a hobby besides emotional blackmail this protracted warhas made it toughto breathe and saythat’s not okaybusiness hours are 9-5wake up at 11 throw a wrench into plans are dubious we know better than to fall in love againbusiness hours are 9-5look left andContinue reading “9 to 5”

i’m back to methank godo lordwhat a desert u werenot okayhow selfish can u be?lots good riddance good lord oh my it’s anearth quake i was luckyto be outside when ushook good byegood nite

I don’t know what it is about meIt always isWhat did I just say? The great color of raw cabbageWrite that downand then write down two yearsand even if we aren’t talking in two yearslook at that messageand then text me. Two months pregnant yeah two years i see myself two months pregnant cuz IContinue reading “mimi said”

the greatest living poet in new york city was born in Puerto Rico. — Read on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58397/traffic-misdirector

a statuesque ladycame to me latelyshe told me i was pastyand that i’d never make it ❤thought that love was sacredbut forgot to bake itnever took the stationo was that my train? shitwhat’s your situation?something bout the nationis crazy making gang hits makin us complacentthink it’s time to face itlet’s meet in the basement haveContinue reading “untitled verses”