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…
Category: miscellaneous
at the restaurant
“Drinking your own urine is the actually the cleanest thing you can do, it’s like an elixir.” I’m having dinner with a Greek classical pianist. Another craigslist connection. He’s tall, how I like. Decent style. Dark hair, deep hazel eyes. We’re both replacements. I’m here to replace his ex-wife, he’s here to replace you. But…
downtown (2 of 2)
We’re in love by our third martini. Mine dirty, his with a twist. There is an excitement knowing how fast and temporary this will be. The waitstaff are talking about us. When he leans in closer to hear my voice more clearly, I smell violets and cigarettes on his collar, and lemon vodka on his…
downtown (1 of 2)
You told me to write you a story. “I want it to be true,” you said. “Tell me the truth about the things that you do.” You don’t know a thing about what I do. All you know is what I tell you. And over the past two weeks, since you responded to my craigslist…
pattern disruption
pattern disruption I met you in the winter on my third day of Vivaldi’s Summer. I tend to find ways in my mind to disrupt ordinary patterns; like the dreary push that a cold New York City day in January might bestow upon a soul. Summer helped that. Vivaldi usually solves most of my problems….