brim
stroudsburg, pa, february 2004
One Friday night Kim Jaye and I drove from her bartending job in Tribeca across New Jersey to do laundry in Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. I wrestle here with the accommodations we make to do laundry.
Lorca writes, "With idea, sound, or with gesture, the Duende chooses the brim of the well for his open struggle with the creator."
We don't know the names of mountains, only the force that forks, and that we dig, among them.