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September 3, 2025 Poetry

Headaches

Damon Hubbs

Headaches photo

Nadia is writing a poem about the fruit streets 
of Brooklyn Heights. But it isn’t about oranges 
or pineapples or cranberries. Sometimes it’s 
about Oneida cutlery and taking out the bins. 
Other times it’s about motels in Nebraska or 
gum ball machines or a close-up of a woman’s 
face. There are references to Canaletto and 
obscure outposts selling neckties. There’s a 
stanza devoted to a brief history of unicorns. There 
are camps and cliques and panic attacks. There is violence 
as a form of style. Country kink. Peacock green lipstick. 
Bricolage and Guy Debord. An ecological Utopia
with more unicorns and 12th century women poets 
from Provence. The phrase taking out the bins becomes
a motif, a mantra, a high femme cum shot. There is 
an acclaimed colorist, a blue bouffant, a well-groomed 
pet, footnotes about women’s feet. There is silk layered 
over stiffened petticoats. There are desirable images and 
hidden prices. Loaded bolds. Skins for wallpaper. Polaroids. 
An interlude in Zurich with Hugo Ball. A burlesque show. 
A series of miscarriages. Gunshots. Chinoiserie. A couplet
where Nadia cuts her hair onto an empty plate and takes 
out the bins. In love with headaches and monstrous beauty.

 


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