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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 “. . .”

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, Again

(love) held me on this bench at a different time — a year or two past, September from last spring. I pop up from the ground fall planting miracles around me . What an era. What a time to be wearing a mask with a knowledgable woman who knows the names of books, and shapes,Continue reading “Here, Again”

Complicit

Is this worth it, just for some plastic? Just for some Made In China labels? Just for some security that was never ours? Another apartment was renovated in Brooklyn, yesterday. 3 generations of bodies move on, white faces walk in and name another place their own. Does the fountain shower head rain gold? Is theContinue reading “Complicit”

2020

Is time part of the game?   Capital in, capital out, nothing in the middle?   No room for humanity, No room for boredom; No room for shame as I sit, anxious, chatting with friends, one part future, one part ashamed of the anxiety itself.   Tell me why all this money matters more thanContinue reading “2020”

Patience

What do you do when you want someone, right now, but cannot have them, can only reach out towards them, realize they want to reach, too, but, in the moment, cannot, will not, move?   Do you call out their fault, remind them that they can always reach, that plans change, life happens? Do youContinue reading “Patience”

Litany

The thing is… it depends on how you define environmentalists.   If you define them as the recyclers and the “good-doers,” the vegan eaters who see nature as something outside of New York City’s walls, then I am with you, my friend— I am tired of them.   Don’t get me wrong, I nod myContinue reading “Litany”

My Gold

Because how can you read the news, my Jo? How can that shit be your day job? The day glaciers melt and people teach machines to teach other people about the same machines and sitting in my rose garden all alone can lead to murder and taking a soda without asking and running out the doorContinue reading “My Gold”

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