One of my most memorable moony-eyed moments took place in June or July of 2006. It was my first adult summer in the city, and I was staying for a week or two with my then girlfriend in her mom’s apartment in Battery Park. One night after the sort of day that makes you melt with the young-person realization that you are actually getting to do everything you ever wanted, I could not sleep from joy. So I sat in the living room and looked out the window and glimpsed a something that has floored me forever.
It was a building with two airplane-signal antenna (that’s what those are for, right?) beaming bright white. They were synced to blink a split-second out of sequence: one on, both on, off; and sitting there it made me powerful sad. The thought of those two lights, ever sentenced to find each other for a flash and then fall out of step, seemed to me to say everything there was to say about human interaction.
That night I must have stared at them for hours, and the image has never really left my mind. It has found me in sunshine and stair-flights, on long lonely walks and buried amidst compressing crowds. I have tossed a thousand shitty playscripts trying to capture it.
So you will understand why I lost my shit when tonight, smoking on the roof at work, it suddenly struck me that the building where those lighted lovers live is right next door, and I’ve been staring at it every day for a year without realizing.
Everything about existence is incredible, and I am so glad I get to share it with you.
7:42 pm • 27 September 2012 • 4 notes
Aw, I love this silly ol’ world.
11:30 pm • 20 September 2012
Your bedroom, as it was
Your bedroom as it was above Ground Zero
some summer after
“everything has changed”
posed some certain problems for my focus
made it difficult
to keep my head at range
Ours was not an age of printed pictures
so only swimteam snapshots
stood your walls
great big two-gapped girlteeth
Reblogging this long one because, hey now, show yer bones.
(written in quit-counting-on-your-fingers pentameter)
9:14 am • 14 September 2012 • 2 notes
Sometimes searching to see if someone said it is the best part (your ability)
2:11 am • 14 September 2012
Some of you may have noticed that I have been on a bit of a poetry kick lately (i KNOW! I am exactly as embarrassed for myself as you are).
In the interest of not cluttering up people’s feeds (and maintaining my precious public perception), I have decided to move all of them over to another blog.
These and all new stuff will now go up here:
You can follow it if you want, or check in from time to time. I will be uncomfortable either way.
(I was just trying to do sketch month I swear)
6:25 pm • 10 September 2012 • 2 notes
The sound of the key in the lock is a signal
that you can start unpacking the parts of your personality
you will not need away from eyes
It’s a delicate business, that
Layering them out
amongst bottlecaps and bedfeet,
so as to preserve their shine
You can scrub them if you want to
or formally fold them to careful corners
but most of the time it’s unnecessary
(the creases don’t come out)
12:02 am • 10 September 2012
Did you hear
Someone on the internet likes you
I bet you did
9:50 pm • 9 September 2012 • 1 note
but i would
and keep you
3:46 am • 5 September 2012
A cat, looks like any other cat.
some dumb name.
1:15 am • 5 September 2012
The problem with reporting on recluses
is that every story’s abstract is
“I was an asshole”
12:50 pm • 4 September 2012