Arash Daneshzadeh, The day I became “baby.”

The day I became “baby.”
It was a pre-pubescent spring sunrise in early February and I had a visitor.
Mom had never quite seen her so close. We had came home in the middle of one of those Friday nights and

Saturday morning
Plaid and 2 layers of feathers kept the addiction snuggled
tight underneath the sheets until time for brand names.
I wanted to go away somewhere blue and gray, where tropicalities and pacifics don’t matter, somewhere where the French quarter alley ways,
…………………………………………..Dim smoked saloons and bourbon
…………………………………………..Jazz
Compelled you to ……..smoke freshly clipped Cuban Cigars
Couldn’t be the only thing keeping you from congesting your cool.

I fought clear the thought and a bandit said: “you will love me
…………………………………………………………You will love me
………………………..////////////////……………..You will love me”
And she came out …….towel overlaying the very Algerian roots to which I’d hung my

Brash hip hop Bass for — the day I became “baby.”
Some things don’t need a soul. It was settled.

February 5th, 2005

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