sia. chandelier. girls. drinks.

July 23, 2014 Posted by gretchen

First of all, Sia: Chandelier

… you’re welcome.

Last night over Shiraz with my girlfriend, she put me onto Sia. Apparently Sia is from Australia, I can’t lie – I never heard of her the nine years I spent living there, but I live a deliberately sheltered existence in many ways.

IMG_2182Which sounds peculiar considering I live in midtown Manhattan… I digress. (more…)

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affect (of affliction)

July 22, 2014 Posted by gretchen

affect (of affliction)

this morning. you will not. not ever
understand that. last night. when
you arrived i wanted to get better. even
though it was six weeks ago now. nearly (more…)

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impulse ignition

July 21, 2014 Posted by gretchen

impulse ignition

i wrote. poetry. for and about him.
too far to speak. i metered emotion.
off switch. flick. let’s live like there’s no within.
like my heart un-heavy, my song unsung;
desire to explain an… impossible. (more…)

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sunday thai

July 21, 2014 Posted by gretchen

It’s just after noon in a small Thai joint somewhere in the east 30’s on the corner of Madison.

I enter the establishment wearing a t-shirt with a typewriter on it appropriately labeled “writer” in courier print; a tipped Kangol hat; and a pair of men’s carpenter pants, cut to fall halfway down my muscular calves. It’s hot outside.

The “shorts” once belonged to my second husband, and someone before that because they were second-hand like everything else about him. The t-shirt was a birthday present from the first. Divorce is impossible, I’ve learned. It never goes away.

The restaurant is empty and both of the gorgeous Thai serves, one male, one female – both 20 something – are over the moon to see me.

“You’re open right?” I ask knowing that they obviously are but grabbing the chance to flirt with the pair of them.IMG_2143

“Yes, yes!” they say smiling and speaking at the same time.

“Which table? Any table you like.”

I take off my hat and grab a bench seat toward the front where natural light is still flooding in, prior to when the sun tips too far west and afternoon shadows cast. But before I actually land in the seat I say, “Thai beer?”

“Singha?”

“Yes, please.” (more…)

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the tricks

July 19, 2014 Posted by gretchen

the tricks

It was the magic tricks that might have won me over.

You have to work and so I meet him at Bethesda fountain. You’ve only known me a month and aren’t sure why I keep going out with strangers that I meet online.

You don’t understand, I should never be left alone for too long. It’s why I live in midtown.

He’s paranoid from the start, so I know he’s cheating on someone already.

“No, sorry, no phone numbers. Yeah, my picture. Sorry. It’s edited. You understand. I can’t show my face, my hair’s shorter now.”

I send two snapshots. One face. One body. He says I’m “pretty” and have a “nice butt”.

I roll my eyes, then breathlessly laugh. I immediately tell you what’s happening. “Wish me luck!”

“You’ll be fine.” (more…)

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