day four. what you miss.

I miss coffee in the morning. I miss watching him roll cigarettes. I miss waking up next to him, which is crazy because I usually refuse to sleep next to anyone, generally speaking. I miss how my heart drops the second I see him after being apart. I miss kissing him goodbye at the subway. There's something therapeutic to me about obsession. People fuck love up all the time. To me, having a lover to keep comes down to one major factor: obsession....

day three (timezones in my head)

It's day three out of thirty something that my boyfriend is super far away. I've been frantically consulting my international family from bases including France and England while also reaching out to Colorado and Boston. I'm also trying to stay on the luthier's clock, which is six hours ahead of mine - at the moment. Rome time. Yesterday a Harlem associate came through to smoke cigars, drink Italian beer and talk about life. You just never...

day two

Well, I survived the first day. It contained slews of international texts and concluded with a three hour Skype conversation. My general theory is that I'll break some time during week two. It's possible, however, with a trip to Rome in the making - it certainly takes a bit out of the sting. So does this song, I can't stop playing it. The luthier spun me around our midtown castle and whispered each word against my lips on Sunday morning. I...

excerpt

The neighbors didn’t know if they loved or hated what they were hearing. But they definitely heard. Because the two of us weren’t quiet. Like, when I exhaled, the bed frame rattled. And when he whispered, the floor vibrated. And the entire time, we smoked and drank espresso. There was nothing in the refrigerator, except for dark chocolate (90%!) and champagne. I always kept a fresh glass of water on the night table, the one on my side of the...

hold your heart

Namaste blah-g tribe Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I don't really say that often, good days, maybe - best days? Not so much. My best day involved a 24-hour stint with the apparent love of my life; wandering around Manhattan, feeding each other dark chocolate, watching hours pass from park benches and swapping secrets in international ways. My favorite part of the day was in my midtown abode, roped in braids of sweat, being...
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