On a black woman’s former lover
“She’s a queen…. All black women are queens.”
I refrained from making the joke that I was raised in Queens. I really just wanted to finish my pizza.
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On going back uptown
I came uptown because I wanted tequila. I wanted to drown myself in something sweet and alcoholic. I forewent my yoga lesson. I walked into the building, then changed my mind and walked out of it. I wanted to go home, but I haven’t been home since 2008. I wanted food, and could have stopped by the pizza place on st mark’s, but it almost seemed pointless to eat. I wanted to drink until I passed out.
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On lateness
I must have looked an absolute mess pacing back and forth wringing my hands and talking to myself, trying to convince myself that he would indeed be there soon even though he was already (“Excuse me, miss, but can you tell me the time?”) twenty minutes late. I must have looked an awful, absolute mess…
...read more hereOn wandering
I passed by the old man in Times Square. I knew he would be there; that’s why I went. I dropped my scarf into his instrument case as I walked by. I thought it was funny. When I came back for my scarf a few minutes later, there was money in the case. My scarf brought him good luck, he said.
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Poetry: Play me downtown
Inspired by a bass player I heard yesterday who was damn good.
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On responsibility for other people’s actions
I have never in my life told a man there was a possibility of sex or a deeper relationship when that possibility did not at least minutely exist. Once I have told a man in no uncertain terms that I. Am. Not. Going. Home. With. You… if he still desires the privilege of spending money on my pleasure, I would be a fool to decline. But that doesn’t mean that I’ve changed my mind about going home with him.
...read more hereOn why I’m really starting to love my yoga lessons
I had some perfume but did not need it; I already reeked of brightness. There were little tiny magnets pouring out of my pores. I’m so ready…
...read more hereOn yoga and coconut water
I went on a hunt for some coconut water. I found some being sold for a dollar more than I expected, by a brand I’ve never heard of, sitting next to some fat-free-sugar-free-organic-free-range-hippie-something-or-other. You’ve gotta love the east side.
...read more hereOn the ghost of my father
I kept imagining that the salesman would, just after ringing up the sale, magically morph into my father. “What are you doing here? No, no, no, this cannot stand. You have to get out of here.” The same way he did when he found out that I was married.
...read more hereOn gentlemen and jackasses
I’ve found that the trick to being polite to strangers is to smile and respond but don’t break stride.
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