January 2010
17 posts
Lately, These Masks
I. Sometimes I walk aimlessly through New York when the night feels dead but I’m not ready to go home. Up and down 6th Avenue to 8th, then to 7th, and back to 6th. No real destination in mind. The city is always ahead of me or behind me, sometimes bright and other times completely dim. Everyone shrinks into their scarves and coats and our breath leaves our bodies and disappears into the...
Wherever You Go, There You Are
I. At the club, Machine bends down to meet James and me, and makes it clear to us that she is not a drag queen. She’s impressively tall, made taller by gold heels. It looks as though she went into a dark closet and put on whatever was within reach—a black and white Chanel-esque blazer, a black and white sequined dress worn only on her front side (right nipple exposed), a fishnet skirt,...
I Think I Need A New Heart — The Magnetic...
“But then, Inez has always been this way—certain, or at least seemingly so....”
– Nick Flynn, The Ticking Is The Bomb (Norton)
A Dream
In which we crash the car into the lake, but get out in time and spend the rest of the night warming up beside each other—an odd peacefulness after a traumatic event.
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Last night a stranger bought me a drink and said all the things you think you want to hear. But all I could look forward to was my own bed, my body warming itself up.
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Liz tells me about a man she met, whose...
