AMIT MAJMUDARLove Song for Doomed Youth
We weren’t born to live long among the cracked homes and crack houses of the real. The basketball court fault lines smoke with dandelion clocks, something volcanic in this city’s decay. Car alarms sing across widowed lots, and in rushes the sea. Baby, be good to me. We weren’t born to live long drinking the tapwater zinc, the expired milk of the real. We must grow our hearts up in this hothouse of broken windows because our bodies have grown up by themselves. The vets nest in the hollows of buildings, and in rushes the sea. Baby, be good to me. 166 The Paris-American ![]() Amit
Majmudar is a poet, novelist, and essayist whose work has appeared, among other
places, in The New Yorker, The New York Times, the 11th
edition of the Norton Introduction to
Literature, and The Best of the Best
American Poetry 1988-2012. His novels are Partitions (2011) and The
Abundance (2013), and his poetry collections are 0’, 0’ (2009) and Heaven and
Earth (2011), which won the Donald Justice Prize. See www.amitmajmudar.com for more details.
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