Born

My friend was on the Cyclone, and I was on the ground. Holding the bag of towels. I was going to take a photo when the train came around. At the Museum of Modern Art, we tried to line up for whatever there was to line up for. We kept trying to make eye contact […]

Cobra and Peacock

As many of you know, my favorite methods for having a nervous breakdown include migraines and panic attacks. Yesterday, with no warning I could note, my bedroom, where I was peacefully watching “The Cat Whisperer” with my cat, became a very frightening place. Even the bathroom down the hall was much too scary a place […]

Circles

Down three flights of stairs, round around, our walls stamped with a flowery pattern and the linoleum floor and stair treads, all 19th-century filthy, probably at some point a whitish and all a who-knows shade of dinge now. Sometimes I think about taking out a bucket and scrubbing the steps until I feel better. Today […]

On the Train

You want to sit on the end because only one person will be next to you. Also if you sit on the end, you can rest your head behind you. Your head will rest on the panel behind you that is an ad or a subway map or a nice poem about a house and […]