She is at least minimum of three people packed into one orb of kaleidoscopic freakshow. Amy is the quintessential banshee. She was born to make you happy and find you heavenly hellfire. Professional matchmaker at her artistic abode, the Modern Love Club. Mincing East Village back to its glorious days. She makes utterings like “How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single recollection, and its expression in words! -Nabokov” with a single gesture.
“Hi, I am Amy. Interests include: secondhand romance, revolution, surrealism and small dogs.”
“On behalf of life, I am attached to you!”
“Peggy Moffitt keeps haunting my dreams, prancing about in her kimonos.”