"Falling fast asleep, can’t I wait to see you, keep me up and keep me away from it. Sleep you keep your mitts off, feeding on our tired our fitful fighting, all the bites you leave behind when you’re away from me."
Not even blizzards or bronchitis could keep me away from the Don Giovanni showcase at Music Hall of Williamsburg on Friday. I sat between sets, I sang off key, I stayed up late.
Bee Walsh. Poetry Editor at "The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society." 24 years old. Veg. Edge. Feminist. Professional in NYC. Avid Post-Card Sender. Politics, Poise, Permutations. Lover of the loudest music. Beard enthusiast. Hues of purple aficionado.