December 2009
17 posts
2006 — Hello Saferide
I haven’t...
To Keep Him Caged
I. The first time I flew I was seventeen, the same song on repeat: But then this bird just flew away. Maybe the hardest part about traveling alone is not having anyone to meet you when you arrive. Land at the gate, make your way to the Air Tran, then to the subway. Turn the key to enter the door of your empty apartment. How many times have I pretended to call someone to let them know I was safe? I...
For Today I Am a Boy
I. You have a very masculine face, he says matter-of-factly. I laugh. No one has ever said that about my face. Average, yes. Pretty, sometimes, if they’ve had a drink or two. Handsome, at best, and that’s only because it’s coming from my mother. But masculine? Most people see me as fragile and weak simply by reading my face, and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree....
The Christmas Song — The Raveonettes
I wish...
What We're Allowed to Keep
Inevitably, you will come across the things that make you think of him. Not just the songs you listened to together, or particular intersections where you stopped to admire the view, or just stop for pause, wonderful world we’ve been given to share—these things can’t harm you. But the books he gave you, the handmade gifts, the red t-shirt with black lettering that reads...
I'm Learning that I'm Forgettable
I. Walking to the subway in Midtown at 2 in the morning, I stop to sit on some unfamiliar bench on 52nd Street between 7th and 6th. Christmas lights are turned on, the Big and Tall store is quiet. I watch an old couple walk by, holding each other, and my eyes follow them until they are out of sight. Sometimes I look up, knowing full well I won’t be able to see anything beyond these lonely,...