Tagged: city living

at the tail-end of

at the tail-end of
a weeklong
storm is summer
the city sweats


i tuck memories

i tuck memories
into each corner of these
city streets – cross, do

not cross, pivot, turn around –
messages from another me

there is a bit of

there is a bit of
desert in the city, story
after secluded

story, waiting for the sun
to light upon it just right

the best thing about

the best thing about
living near the pool is the
option to not get

into it whenever we
don’t feel like it, just like living

in the city, in
the center of town, is to
say no, thanks when guests

line up for the greatest in
architectural designer

statuesque extra-
vaganza. we can take a peek,
drop by, anytime

this is the what if

this is the what if
we starve
fancy raisin
bread, coupled with the
in case we get bored dried
apricots, with one oops,
i knew i would forget
bottle of water
between us, and some
squares of use it sparingly for
when we really need to
use it
paper towels –
we are in the middle of
a day trip out of the
city, somewhere along
a wooded trail – maybe
we should have
printed out a map. i’ve
always wanted a cell phone
charger that plugs straight
into the earth. where should
we stop for lunch? let’s
aim for the 4:24 or 4:55
back to Grand Central.
we can have books and
hot chocolate for dinner


in the beginning was

in the beginning was
the word, and the word
was stella, rapping so
gently at my
window with her icy
knuckles this morning –
despite forecasts
and city shutdowns
and a state of emergency
declaration and thousands
of plows deployed
across the boroughs,
and lining up outside
grocery stores under
a cool blue sky –
despite everything, still
leaning on her southern
charm, like a new art form

after i

after i
fuckin’ hate you,
you are the
, there is only
storming out, even
when it is well
past midnight, below
freezing outside,
and you have
woken up the neighbors
again, but it’s no
one’s business
to save you