Category: Writing

In a Peruvian restaurantsomewhere in the LowerEast Side, I sit beside a friend, and across from his friend,  and his friend’s boyfriend. Swirling the strawberry margarita around in my mouth,hoping to taste the tequila,I cross my feet under the table. Uncross. Cross. Uncross. I realize, as the ice cubesmelt in my water glass,that I haven’t said…

Upstate is home-town lonely but still smells sweetly uncanny.  3 hours upstate on Amtrak,head lolling lazy against the frosted window. Eyes in the reflectionare part of the murky scenery; green orbs steady on the river. Passing through tunnels, they’re all that can be seen. Step out and search the platform-greeters.From the trunk to the side seat to…

Making whirlpools in the above-groundon days when the air lays heavy on our skin,leaving our pink cheeks sticky to the touch.Abandoning forest green plaid school uniforms for fluorescent bathing suits,revealing our innocent girl-bellies.  My pool—perfecting the laps— mastering the water flow, watching the waves leap out the sides, smacking the dirt-packed ground in protest. Holding the…

What’s it like there, where you are?The stiff air chokes my thoughts.I hate stepping barefoot on the burning, damp ground—afternoon rain;forgetting my sandals, I sidewalk hop. You’re doing 15, stuck behind a tractor,tapping thumbs to the wheel and tracingthe dust on your dashboard.Thoughts of me are under the seat,between empty bottles and stray CD jackets. I…