Sunday morning on the R train from Roosevelt Avenue. Around 9AM. You could tell there was something different about you from the tone of your voice.
Anything you can give is very welcome. I will take food or change. I hope that I can give something back to you. Hope is… Hope is not forever. You do not have an infinite supply of hope. You can’t simply give it out willy-nilly. I hope that the people Continue reading Man on Subway
Do you remember when we sat near each other and there was no electricity? Do you remember when you saw me at the theatre and thought ‘oh, who might that be?’
I remember when you once ate a whole croissant and never offered me a bite.
I remember when you left black marks the width of your spread legs that never went away. I remember when writing something like that wouldn’t seem so odd.
Do you remember the bench? Eating olives and cheese?
Do you remember Continue reading Do you remember?
I’m fine. Thanks for asking.
I’m spending a quiet night at home this evening. Just to let you know. To catch you up; to fill you in.
You used to want to know. You used Continue reading Catch Up