Notes During a Run in Brooklyn Heights
(I can read your lips while you read the paper).
Insomnia = handsome.
What robs you of your own self-deception?
A little something about losing control:
1) I'd rather not be alone with you.
2) I'm looking out for you, so relax.
I had so many plans for my life.
I am loved!
Spend the whole day making slow motion gestures.
Is it possible? Would people comment? Could I keep it up
In Circuit City I went into a trance.
Really: are you happy?
On the corner of Henry & Warren
I heard a child say to a sibling: "you're not the boss of me."
Book idea and title: I think I hate everyone on the subway
(poems that I wrote next to strangers who watched
what I was writing in my notebook on the subway).
Public Writing, never could.
Funny/mean doesn't work for everyone.