Little lover of solitude

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walk down the avenue blocks

heavy feet in rubber boots
you’re in a movie

set to Spanish jazz

wash the world grey

observe the sky crying on the other side of a  puddle

maybe you’d be happier there

some better, sepia-toned, upside down frown

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On Harassment in New York City

IMG_0525Last Friday night, I went to watch a movie at my local AMC theater in Manhattan. It was a chick flick that started at 8 p.m. I went by myself. I am comfortable with going places alone because in my almost three years living in Manhattan I haven’t run into trouble and I most certainly had never noticed, quite so fully, my womanhood.

I sat down. Next to me a man, maybe in his thirties or forties, was reclining. He wore no shoes or socks. He had layered two graphic tee shirts. Balding. I thought he was waiting for his girlfriend, so I pulled my mouth into a false smile, took my coat off and sat down. Within a few seconds, the man looked at me and asked me my name in French. I don’t speak French, but I don’t think he did either. It appeared that it was the only thing he knew in the language.

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Getting Back Into It: New Era In new York

Hi people who read my blog! Long time, no see.

I thought that because  left LA, it was the end of en era. I said in one of my last posts that there was nothing new and interesting for me to write about when I returned to Manhattan for university, and I was entirely wrong.

So far, this fall I’ve done some pretty out-there things. I joined the Quidditch team. Yes, Quidditch, and I’ve taken on new projects that are keeping me busy.

Additionally, i’d like to say that even though I thought my friends at school and in the city were secure, I’ve felt somewhat of a draught in the social department. So, I’ve decided to extend my blog. No longer in LA, but still trying weird things to do in Manhattan.

So, if any of you readers have a weird thing, event, activity that you want me to try, just tell me. Even as a New Yorker to some degree, I can always be tourist in my free time.

Additionally, I’d like to say that

Think of Me

What must you think of me? 

she’s burning to ask

at the risk of sounding insecure

she’s curious

if she said it without hesitation

eyes, milky with honesty

tone, dry like sandpaper tongues

vein, pumping blood sideways on her forehead

it would be enough if he said

I think of you

One Day, Last Summer

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One day, last summer, I was riding the Long Island Railroad back to my Aunt’s house from a training day for an internship. I felt like I was going to bleed out through the blisters on my feet and my entire body was throbbing like I had run a marathon. So, I put in my earphones and watched a woman put on her makeup while riding the train.

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Lost Angeles

 
As my summer nears a close in LA, I’ve become more aware of what that means in the next week. It’s Thursday. I leave on Tuesday to go home to Virginia. From Virginia, I’ll drive to New York City to move into my dorm. So, I’m trying to plan my last few days here. I’ve been so excited to get out of LA that I haven’t put much thought into what I’ll miss.

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Worth the Hype


I once knew a guy who told me that the best pizza in all of New York was at Luigi’s on 54th street. He talked about it all the time. His family had been going there for generations. It was “the best.” I always said that maybe we should go and then when we finally had the chance to go, he said that he didn’t want to go with me. Because what if I didn’t like it? What if it wasn’t worth the hype?

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