My Walter Benjamin
Vast separation from the beloved.
Tagging temptations like a rogue librarian.
The crowd rushes from the opera house unmoved.
What he had for Lucy was unwritten.
Shame, confusion under the rainy tin sky.
Death as an accident: a handheld mistake.
“Women are never satisfied.”
The carnivality of belonging to an epoch.
What’s the word for an undiscovered word?
Honey-rubbed maple years bored by necessity.
Newsprint flaps through the platz like a hurt bird.
It’s rude to stare too long at a Century.
Tivoli Gardens, Buckingham Palace.
Here: a map of a spiral. It’s worse than Venice.
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Lucy Biederman is the author of two chapbooks, The Hardest Part Is Done (Grey Book Press, forthcoming 2013) and The Other World (Dancing Girl Press, 2012). She is a PhD candidate in English Literature/Creative Writing at the University of Louisiana. Her poems are forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, BOMB, The Literary Review, Bone Bouquet, The Tusculum Review, and other journals.
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