Obsessa

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https://youtu.be/o53VoWOSn6Q

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Fair to comment: when Obsessa speaks,

she wreaks havoc, but enticingly – replete

with internecine wars as if of church

and state that correlate with nothing you

have ever heard nor are ever likely to hear,

except from her. Slavering over intimacies –

she savors their finer points, impenetrabilities:

today evinced in two tense thugs wed to each

other, awkward at an outdoor table at

a kindred conundrum, an East Village diner –

whose inexplicabilities, despite the hollow

pretense of Obsessa’s pleas to help resolve

them – pique you and delight her: indeed

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incite her to pile on in lavish detail more

reams of complicated mises-en-scène

and stark untenabilities to rattle every

premise you’d not known you’d harbored:

as if you were a groggy sentient sailboat

tediously ever-in-the act-of-coming-to

from sailboat stupor to find out, anew,

your reflexive You-Boat turned to

starboard when it should have turned

to port. Obsessa does get on one’s nerves,

but by surveying the display of volupté

in her inimitable moral culs-de-sac and

shaky logic, we see she cannily refurbishes

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the very room in which you notice them,

front and back: suddenly and thuddingly

you trip into an alternate insanity: new

visions of the meanings of quite everything

around you. Curtains, chairs, framed photos,

what Obsessa wears, sky and city views

outside the windows utterly rewrite

the news and now you’re floating in

a cosmos you don’t know a thing about,

but one far more egregiously ridiculously

interesting, alluring and insane than any

you yourself had ever had the balls to dream.

Now you are the center of its scheme!