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...
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...
estate ascensione mi ha baciata nel mezzo della notte. ho lampeggiato. aprire. 5 del mattino. all’alba. egli è aromatizzato come Mar Tirreno la balneazione in me mezzanotte. avvolto. midtown. amore. i nostri corpi sono come Chopin dentro chiaro di luna. egli illumina come siamo arrampicata l'un l'altro. in estate. summer ascension he kissed me in the middle of the night. i blinked. open in 5am. daybreak. he tastes like the Tyrrhenian Sea...
I tried. Like, I feel like I tried more than I have in a few years. Dating is toxic. It's the worst thing in the world. And while the stories and poems I get from somewhat captivating encounters is usually alright - I tend to walk away with the whole, "What the fuck was I thinking?" vibe. That's essentially what I have today. My Brooklyn boy has officially been filed away with the rest. When it comes to my box of has-beens, there's nothing...
Brooklyn ate me last weekend. Ever since I made up with my boyfriend, I've been spending way too much time there. Don't get me wrong, Cony Island all day. But I built my life in midtown. I move so much, that it's important I make use of where I am while I'm there; which just so happens to be upstairs from a 24-hour wonderland. I'm boycotting Brooklyn for a hot second. It's just about summer here in New York City, which is the best time of year...