Wouldn’t you know, that the day my new bicycle finally arrives, after weeks of delay and miscommunications, after years of fear regarding the Boston city streets, after studying maps and sizing helmets and coming to terms with my mortality, I leave my apartment to pick up said bicycle — and halfway there a man cuts [...]
I don’t know how to begin writing fiction, so . . . I’m not. I’m leaving the beginnings up to better, more experienced authors, and branching off — from whatever I wind up underlining, dog-earring, generally wanting more of.
Currently reading: Sea Change by Jorie Graham.* * *
Everything unpreventable and excited like / mornings in the [...]
Here is the kind of asshole I was on Tuesday afternoon: hogging an entire booth in a crowded coffee shop for six hours, nursing a single iced latte, all to catch up on a simple subject you breezed through in middle school while I was too busy writing terrible poetry and pining for Matt Anderson. [...]
I should tell you that I’ve been undressing your house with my eyes.
The screened in porches, the old brick pathways through your garden, the latticework of fire escapes. Sometimes I don’t care for your color choices, and I redress you like a fussy mother. Sometimes there is a mildewing couch in your yard, a [...]