'Til Tuesday. EG. 4/25. NaPoWriMo.

BLOGPOEM AFTER WALTER BENJAMIN


Every time you reproduce a piece of art
you remove some of its aura & that’s why
your mix tape didn’t impress me much,
it was so fucking aura-less
but in the film
version of the novelization of this poem
I play myself but have fantastic breasts
& there are probably some blood baths

& also when my fangy tooth catches
on my lip men everywhere crumple
w/ the ecstasy & agony of it & really

who needs aura in yr movie when
you’re so hot it breaks people’s knees.