I drank champagne the day you disappeared, when I should have been concerned about how we didn’t meet in the exact known place at the exact agreed time. Worry should have been fighting for the better of me. It all should have mattered. But you are a liar. I learned after my first marriage, liars don’t count. So I never counted on you showing up. I never counted on you for anything. I visited a friend in Soho who updated me about his wife and...
The first time, you tell everyone you know. Anyone you can think of. People you’re close with. People you just met. Family members. Your therapist. The second time, you only tell your best friend. And the third time, you don’t tell anyone. Not one single person. That’s when you decide to stop talking all together. You realize you have grown enough to acknowledge your presence as a statistic. And while age also grants the ability to easily...
I decide to start to collecting lovers again. With a smart phone, in New York City, it’s simple. www.click.person. The first response comes from Kentucky, but he was actually born in Washington State. “I grew up in Indiana though.” He owns a tattoo studio in Harlem. “And I deal drugs.” I wonder if he knew that I do days as a chief officer, he would still be so blunt. Not that it makes any difference to me. In my experience, selling...
Tossed in here and there. Happy Monday blog family. When the tears come again, she’s thankful for the reminder. There’s this physical contact of it that takes her back to a previous comfort that more than one doctor described as, “Just not good for you.” Before him, she would bathe in salt water and count stars and dream of you. That all went away the first time he hit her. She knew you weren’t there to stop it. She knew you would...
The night he leaves, again, she departs from the primary lights of Times Square. Through the theatre district, past faces of strangers who make livings dancing on stage; and she returns to the east side. On the east side, there’s a sushi restaurant she used to eat at, when she lived in Tudor City - next to the United Nations. She liked that apartment, eighteen stories up. Waking up on a sunny morning to a wavy row of flags that somehow felt...