December 1, 2021

Workdays (after Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

Sometimes on the Q train, I’m tempted to stay all the way to Coney Island, the end of the line, commuters clutching Starbucks cups under cement skies, to where love is, where I might walk barefoot on sand, or eat Russian vareniki with fried onions, watch the old people sun themselves to crinkled ruin, semi-naked […]

Crazy

Boy crazy, the doctor tsked—the phraselodged in my mother’s throat, as she made sure she heard,repeating it correctly.She was easily fooled by the right diplomas.He prescribed black and aquapills. I lost time in there; days ballooned away from me.Life is a candy standwith a thirty-year lease, if you’re a pretty girl in America.He broke the […]

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