Tagged: city

line by line, curve by

line by line, curve by
curve, the city camouflages
past recognition


summer catches on

after so many

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

we meet up with and

we meet up with and
take leave of one another
at every corner

the time during which we may or
may not linger gives us away

perhaps falling in

perhaps falling in
love is a zombie
parasite that
turns us onto
city streets –
i am rounding
similar corners
for the ninety-fifth
time, seeing and
not seeing, feeding
parallel dreams