laguardia

laguardia is everywhere i’ve beena street by my collegeand now in front of me a granite bustdefinitely made posthumouslywhy else would he look so dejectedthat sits below a model of i thinka bomber which is a weird sentimentfor an airportwhich sits below a skylightthat has 16 lines and 3 concentric circlesforming 64 geometric shapes but only 4 unique onesfiorello’s statue looks unfinishedwhich perhaps the sculptor intendedas this city and its returning GIs feltunfinished after the warbut too often as we artists forgetcontext is for professors or those living it the murals around me in this post deco rotundasatisfy me in a way i’ve not been in awhileespecially not after jalapeño cheddarpan pizza from dominos i ate last nightand the mausoleum it has createdin my growling stomach not since nora and i accidentally snuck intothe palacio de las bellas artes in mexico cityto look for the blueprints of juan o gorman’s1929 houseand reaching a mexican dead endwhich is when someone doesn’t reallyknow what you’re talking aboutbut gives you a nearly overconfident leadwe then walked down the stairsto see murals by diego riverai had only seen in the marginsof a middle school spanish book they impressed upon me the memoryand feeling of meaning to see and experience thingsbut not having the cache sufficientto store everything thereleast of all great works of art by non white artistsi have been brainwashed to undervalue the flag behind me is hung fromits top two cornersthe bottom two notall the doors being openthere is a breath to the spaceand every minute or so the flag gets a gust behind itand it drags softly on the green marbleto lightly touch the back of my headto remind mei am in americaas though the national guardsmen with gunswasn’t on the nose enough the breeze smells like indian spicesdespite the restaurant beside mebeing named YANKEE CLIPPERwhich in queens makes it particularlyand happilyamericani take a selfie video for my instagram storyto likely caption something like“do u ever feel america watching u?”but that will disappear in 24 hoursand while the poem may lastthe context may not the sculpture begins to feel like a mirror

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