[...] I stood near the front of the dancing crowd for lack of a place to sit and looked into his eyes. He greeted me silently with a military salute, which (I had forgotten until just then) was my signature greeting back in high school. He blushed when I responded by blowing him a kiss. [...]
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You would think that a person as near intrinsically nomadic as I am would not have a hard time doing something like packing for a trip. You would think. The problem is that I have no idea what I need. [...]
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I am naked.
You clothe me with your lies [...]
Oh, me? I feel tired and in near-desperate need of a vacation. I’ve been dragging myself through the last two or three or seven days or so. I’ve been having very enlightening and necessary but also draining conversations with my friend in Harlem. I’ve been preparing for a trip to San Diego/Portland which may or [...]
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I’m going to send out a general warning to any potential tourists who have never been here before: you probably don’t want to come in July or August. Why? Because it’s hot.
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I cannot touch the keys;
I have nothing left.[...]
“You know,” I mused as we sat leisurely in the grass, waiting for the show we had been blocked from to begin, “The other day in the garment district, I saw a dress that made me think of you.” [...]
...read more hereThe look of sheer elation on their faces when Patti started her first number reminded me of ancient nuns in religious ecstacy. I might have (briefly) ruined the moment with my discovery that “Hey! I know this song!”
They all turned and looked at me like I was the dumbest woman alive.
...read more hereActually I’ve got a semi-interesting post I’ve been working on mentally, but I just don’t have the energy right now. Remind me later; it involved Patti Smith and teenagers.
…so today you get a Sunday Stealing post.
...read more hereI have made the lack of sensation
into a feeling and
it is the sweetest thing.
