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Lucky Charms

I think I want to write about you, now and how you weren’t just another girl off the street, like so many people I meet.I want candor, I want graceI want someone who walks and dances with some paceand on our mutual friend’s birthday, you did just that. You walked in: black, flared pants withContinue reading “Lucky Charms”

Billie

Enjoy some time with her this year: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eLl84iMsrQ Happy New Year! Be healthy and safe out there, y’all.

Chance

She is so much and then some — I cannot go into skin and mind detail or I will become a balloon, released into the sky. Kissing is something I’d do to taste all of you, not part. (Note: next time you’re on a park bench, pay attention to her eye color). Floating bodies orContinue reading “Chance”

Echo

Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”

. . .

I’ve known love as often as I’ve known the pace of a robin as it hops across dewy grass; as often as I’ve heard laughter from the second subway car or balcony, the best friend, teasing; as often as I’ve tasted my mom’s breaded chicken cutlets after soccer practice. On American lawns, on each grainContinue reading “. . .”

Missing You

The truth is that you’re gone, with the wind, in the ground — it’s all the same, uniting with Earth, new energy again? The truth is that my dad will never get to see his dad the same way, again. A heaven, a hell, a change from life to death has been promised to usContinue reading “Missing You”

Ashes

I can tell you that it’s some kind of broken heart you left me with, but I know it’s the dream-ending-type, the illusion-dissolving-type, hope flowing back to your new America while I’m back home. For all it’s worth: I loved it. I loved looking into your eyes even with some anxious energy in mine. IContinue reading “Ashes”

Eleven

It is a beautiful number, when you consider it carefully. The gentle “l” sound, followed by another “e” not in your face “Eeee” but an “eh” that reminds us it’s more modest that it looks. “Ven” to see, I see, they saw? I don’t remember conjugation well but I do remember the eleventh of September.Continue reading “Eleven”

Remember?

Tell me, almost a year ago, I sat in this same spot and wrote about the beginning of quarantine now it’s 2021 and not 2011, not 2019 nor 2020 hardship it’s continued inside days and different definitions of reality. It’s owning 20 masks for your 7 days of the week, weeks are still 7 days,Continue reading “Remember?”

Here I Am

To say, express, write – to get off our collective chests: I am feeling lonely, in need of touch, in need of social contact. How did the Castaway do it? (He did it by acting in a movie). What to do? Creativity. Imagining: Outdoor soccer distanced passing (usual passing) with fellow Brooklyn queers And aContinue reading “Here I Am”