
2007, 2008? Me reading in Lithuanian accompanied by koto player, Jeff Wichmann (a short poem I wrote — surreal in nature, of course, no apologies/ it’s grammar-shy and non-linear).
Summer—where are you going?
I am your granddaughter,
the hill smokes.
One cold girl,
and the window
is a child. Summer—
where are you going?
Crying about America
with a red mouth;
yellow paper.
I am standing strong.
For more info on Jeff Wichmann: http://www.jeffwichmann.com
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