Posts Tagged ‘manhattan’

i was struck by how fast people walked in manhattan. women in suits and heels, walking so fast you could have sworn they were running. mothers with baby strollers, hurrying to mcdonalds without bothering to say “pardon” or “excuse me”. the one time i felt like a tourist in my city, the one time i […]


skyscraper

12Jun12

skies are crying i am watching catching teardrops in my hands only silence as it’s ending, like we never had a chance do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me? you can take everything i have you can break everything i am like i’m made of glass like i’m […]


out there

27May12

safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone gazing at the people down below me all my life i watch them as i hide up here alone hungry for the histories they show me all my life i memorize their faces knowing them as they will never know me all my life i wonder […]


not a tourist

22May12

the first time i went to my city, i was nineteen. i went to visit my dear friend, e, who goes to school in the basement of the empire state building. i stayed with her in her midtown manhattan apartment, and while she was in class, roamed the city on my own (which i wasn’t […]


e and i were walking near madison square park, discussing hopes, dreams, desires, our futures. in a moment of ditziness, e said “my dad says ‘the world is your omelette‘.” “omelette?” i laughed. “don’t you mean ‘oyster’?” e laughed, and admitted her mistake, but as we walked on, i gave it some thought. why is […]


the first time i saw the flat iron in person, i was walking down the street to the strand, with my good friend, e. upon seeing the building, i did not stand and gape. i did not pull out my camera and begin snapping pictures, like many tourists around us did. i instead pointed and […]