August 2010
8 posts
Unrequited.
Maybe some things should be sacred and kept locked up for the sake of my own humility. I feel myself become your nuisance, like a kitten clawing up your curtain, yet I can’t help myself. Skittish and desperate I try and rewind, rewrite as I fall into my wonderland hole of delusion. I love you. I remember a time when this happened before, I was so young and just beginning to understand...
Old Letter Found: One. Haha
Dear _____, Damn you. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I wasn’t expecting what I got when I stole your cigarettes from you outside of ______. Listen I just thought you looked like a fucking demon prince and I already wanted to kiss you before you even started running your mouth. Anyway I don’t really understand your strange sad ways but I like listening to all your...
Broken
Crazy very tan old man with no teeth peacefully yelling out “Johnny Holiday” at Starbucks. Which is actually fairly cool action for Starbucks and may be my new favorite name. At home, three drunks on my stoop, a dejected weathered blonde and a tattooed-sleeve-long-haired-mustached-leather-vest biker both swigging from spiked gatorade bottle, also an older woman with shaved head...
Interchangeable Girls AKA how do they always know...
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Grand Central Station
One of the best feelings you can ever savor is standing in the middle of Grand Central Station with weathered suitcase in hand, not knowing a soul, everything new ahead of you. A piece of paper in your hand with directions. The tightening in your stomach from all that you have left behind and the baptismal chance to start fresh and clean. That was the summer you floated down the Hudson on...
City
Third generation buys you a lot of credibility. The rolling stones, the transplants…they come, they fall in love. But the history, that’s ours. The murky green slime of the tide in the Marina between our toes, falling asleep to the sound of foghorns, knowing how to freeride the cable cars on the way to school, the doughy smell of Chinatown in the morning, the way the 55 always...
