B: Sup?
N: Sup proxy doodle?
B:I asked first, and don't say the sky
N: meant to extrapolate this into a story:
A dingy little room in apartment 5 c, number 200, on 85th west & Amsterdam, bet she paid a lot too; my eldest sister. For me or Daddy, I can’t help but wonder. I’m the youngest, tallest & fairest woman in my family; she is the shortest & darkest, for that I have paid a great deal over the years: The natal Venus Sextile ascendant apologist, playing myself down to satiate the others.
We straddled my baggage up the French landing, swaying it, was claustrophobic on arrival, humidity, closed windows; dust; the bed was small; laundry draped over everything. Amena hands me a 7-day metro pass,
“Shoot, I’m late for work”
“No you’re not”,
“I am, by a New York minute”
And she’s gone.
Haya’s photograph smiles at me from her bedside table, peroxide blonde, Persian; framed next to foot cream, Chanel no.5 ; pink fuchsia feathers hanging down from the sentient ghost’s tiny rusty windup window; all reminders that this was her room not mine. I am a drifter, a nomad; my stay transient ephemeral is affirmed by Haya’s stuff marking her territory; I unlatch my fire escape, to get some air. Ventilation is key, skip to the common room windup shutters to spotlight planked wood floors, red bricked stony walls, a wireless router, thank God; pots, pans, counters, tables, coin piles over the fireplace mantle, creamy lopsided tri-seat sofa: All comes to life aired out and sun kissed. Prime Location, Central Park, a stroll away, 7/11 ‘round the block; birds chirping, symmetrical redbrick Lego land buildings; trees, shrubs; dog walkers,
“Writer’s Block”
“Is that what you wanted to see me for?”, the Therapist bolstered with marked temerity
“I never wanted to see you”
B: But you didn't
N: I have the worst cough, put some tea on the boil. Sang Fly me to the moon , yesterday I think. Wanted to start a new blog specifically for crime stories. No can do, nothing doing
N: Sup proxy doodle?
B:I asked first, and don't say the sky
N: meant to extrapolate this into a story:
A dingy little room in apartment 5 c, number 200, on 85th west & Amsterdam, bet she paid a lot too; my eldest sister. For me or Daddy, I can’t help but wonder. I’m the youngest, tallest & fairest woman in my family; she is the shortest & darkest, for that I have paid a great deal over the years: The natal Venus Sextile ascendant apologist, playing myself down to satiate the others.
We straddled my baggage up the French landing, swaying it, was claustrophobic on arrival, humidity, closed windows; dust; the bed was small; laundry draped over everything. Amena hands me a 7-day metro pass,
“Shoot, I’m late for work”
“No you’re not”,
“I am, by a New York minute”
And she’s gone.
Haya’s photograph smiles at me from her bedside table, peroxide blonde, Persian; framed next to foot cream, Chanel no.5 ; pink fuchsia feathers hanging down from the sentient ghost’s tiny rusty windup window; all reminders that this was her room not mine. I am a drifter, a nomad; my stay transient ephemeral is affirmed by Haya’s stuff marking her territory; I unlatch my fire escape, to get some air. Ventilation is key, skip to the common room windup shutters to spotlight planked wood floors, red bricked stony walls, a wireless router, thank God; pots, pans, counters, tables, coin piles over the fireplace mantle, creamy lopsided tri-seat sofa: All comes to life aired out and sun kissed. Prime Location, Central Park, a stroll away, 7/11 ‘round the block; birds chirping, symmetrical redbrick Lego land buildings; trees, shrubs; dog walkers,
“Writer’s Block”
“Is that what you wanted to see me for?”, the Therapist bolstered with marked temerity
“I never wanted to see you”
B: But you didn't
N: I have the worst cough, put some tea on the boil. Sang Fly me to the moon , yesterday I think. Wanted to start a new blog specifically for crime stories. No can do, nothing doing
B: Hmm
N:So thinking of that Israeli woman soldier who posted a selfie with an IDF POW's corpse.
B: He died with a very visible erection and her tastelessness was widely criticized.
N: And Irish Pheobe suicide American high school; slut shaming, self affliction, her parents were getting divorced. She cut herself habitually. The grey lady of Bagram, the taxi driver, John McCain's legislation.
B: A discontinuous function.
N: Sorry for the apparent disconnect.
N:So thinking of that Israeli woman soldier who posted a selfie with an IDF POW's corpse.
B: He died with a very visible erection and her tastelessness was widely criticized.
N: And Irish Pheobe suicide American high school; slut shaming, self affliction, her parents were getting divorced. She cut herself habitually. The grey lady of Bagram, the taxi driver, John McCain's legislation.
B: A discontinuous function.
N: Sorry for the apparent disconnect.
