East Village rooftops
long talks on stairs
cloudy blue sky
new friends, fun boys
sea shell toilet seats
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
It's fucking weird weird weird walking past 10th St.
not taking a left
and not even taking a right
just walking on.
I felt like I couldn't see through my lens today. I saw a sign that said "Don't forget to write."
I saw plastic grapes and pretty graphic design, shitty graffiti and misty building tops. And there you were on my mind, just sitting there, swinging your feet.
And then I closed my eyes and there were your lips.
I took a deep breath.
I ate Lamb Chopper and a stale baguette. I ate figs and drank wine. I went out for a walk after the house was sleeping. I had a standoff with a cat. I slept fitfully and here I am. Pouring it out. Holding it back. Beating my drum.
I want to rip open my chest and pull everything out, put it all back rearranged.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
black and white striped plastic bags
men in sarongs
quiet island escapes
yoga with the sun in my face
love and expansion
fear and contraction
Ilo, Ibu, Bapak, Gunati, Putu II