i hope that my tears trap my memories of you.   they’re thrust up violently but then they fall quickly and are wiped away and forgotten



my mother tells me about her parents. i interpret her penmanship through my screen. her voice strokes my hair through my speaker, tenderly as her hands did when i was young.   they would do the dishes — she washed, he dried. they would steal a kiss, she says. the neighborhood kids loved him —… Continue reading looking

16 days

sixteen days ago i moved to new york city. in my sixteen days, i’ve gotten lost on the subway once, i’ve missed my train once, i’ve been asked for directions twice, i’ve gone grocery shopping downtown 70 blocks once, i’ve taken an uber to target in the bronx twice, had three job interviews, started two… Continue reading 16 days