invitante infinito

invitante infinito egli è apparso e il mio mondo suonava come corde. attraverso una strada di città all'interno della luce solare mi voltai per vedere un ritratto della storia; il mio cuore. rinato. cigarretes e jazz. fare l'amore con parole e suoni inaudito , indicibili da qualsiasi altro. inviting infinity he appeared and my world sounded like strings. across a city street inside of the sunlight i turned to(o)… a portrait of history; my...

from brooklyn to italy

I've been vacant a few days. This has resulted in a couple of interesting things. I shook my boyfriend off once and for all. I tried to be upset, but I'm used to dumping boyfriends by now. I'm not even sure if these people are boyfriends. Maybe they're just lovers I briefly obsess over because I'm fond of the poetry it all bleeds. In order to cheer myself up, I figured going out with a new stranger might take the edge off. And to be completely...

how it starts

I bumped my head the night we met and never saw things the same way again. The second day I saw him, we walked down a boardwalk along a salt-scented Brooklyn coastline. He wore sweatpants and a baseball hat and we talked about him being first generation and me having left for a decade. We comment on the different shades of green blossoms in each other’s eyes. He kisses me at Cony Island, on the subway and all other kinds of pubic places. “I...

riding boats and breaking hearts

Namaste blog tribe So I dumped the Frenchman. We parted with respect to irreconcilable differences. He'll always be the lover who brought me gifts every time we were together and made me art when we were apart. I'll think of him fondly. Considering the amount of acquaintance-ships I've had that end hideously, that's something special.   In other news, I spent eight weeks recently floating on a boat. I sailed down the eastern seaboard, around a...

i may have accidentally dumped my boyfriend

One thing that being divorced twice by 37 has taught me, I'm a shit girlfriend. Regardless of my husband collection being utterly dysfunctional, I like being married. I do not, however, enjoy being a girlfriend. Being a girlfriend has all of these stupid rules like being available and knowing when someone will swing through. I have to remember when to shave my legs and straighten my hair and clean my apartment. Wives don't do that. At least I...
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