A shadow falls across the doorway; I glance toward it, turning slightly against Abel's arm pressed into my back, and watch the stranger enter.  He's just the sort of character Abel and I saw in the moving picture thirty minutes ago:  tall, dark, lean, and wholly enigmatic, from the charcoal fedora tipped forward, casting smoky light over his pallid face, down his dark, rumpled suit to his dusty black wingtips. Read more »

I fell in love with a man on the subway today.
He was sitting on the 1 train from South Ferry to 242nd street.
(116th, 110th, 103rd, 96th, 86th, 79th, 72nd, 66th, 59th, 50th, 42nd, 34th, 29th, 23rd, 14th)
He was leaning on the hard plastic seat and his long fingers danced on his knee. And he pushed up his round plastic glasses on his long nose and didn't look at me once.

I wished on a concrete sidewalk today. Read more »

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I never understood the sad eyes of the shy ones who clung to their mothers knees
But now innocence is dead
And I'm a walking shell
I like it.

The feeling of black silk slipping between my fingers
As I run my hands down racks of expensive dresses

Or the cracked pavement under my bare feet
As I walk home in the snow
Because no one is standing next to me telling me I shouldn't

I like to touch things.

And the shadows in my brain sink back for a few moments
When I don't have to be intelligent for them
Or organized for her