This morning was different. I had to be somewhere (other than work) by 9 a.m. So many subway lines later, I am here. The city looks so much better during work hours. I noticed today when I was uptown, near Bryant Park, how pretty she is when she’s working. I tend to forget what sidewalks look like when they’re not dipped in shoppers and tourists. They move quicker. There are defined routes. There are messengers and suits, and cabs and deliveries. You can tell who is late and who isn’t. You can make fun of the people reading the Post. The light is better.
When I lived in Pennsyltuckey, I moved to England for a while. And when I returned home, I used to think about having seen England. And I figured, that no matter how bad a day was or where I was I would always know there was a place in England (the reversal to out of site, out of mind). I have done this all my life. Today I am thinking of Midtown. I am in Soho. I am only a few blocks south, and I’m thinking of Midtown like it’s a far away place I could eventually end up again.
Gimme some iced tea. It’s hot and I don’t wanna be here. I want to be there, somewhere. Where is your mind?
down the cape. not at the beach, but on a porch, sitting, w. ed, salty breeze, sun setting, done with pregnancy, drinking a beer. on a comfortable chair. ahhhhhhh…….
there could even be seagulls crying in the background.
My mind is in Newport, RI. However, by Saturday it will be fishing with Greg and Gregory!
awwwwwwww
my mind is at the beach. I’m sitting on the deck with a cold Corona and am eating a tomato and cheese sandwich. My computer is unplugged. I have a sunburn on my nose.
I’m going to unplug my computer n
I am going to midtown again on Monday.
!!!!! YAYA!!!
There is a dark tunnel and at the end of that dark tunnel I see a bright light.
Don’t go to the light! We need you here with us! Don’t do it!
I am floating in the calm waters of the Gulf, in Florida, watching the tiny people on the shore a hundred yards away, the sun warming my face, bleaching my hair, a dirty brown pelican with its wings tucked staring curiously at me as it bobs on by.
i was gonna write something dirty, but instead i’ll just leave you with the knowledge that i was gonna write something dirty, and your imagination.