nyc trip
this weekend, i flew to new york.
i traveled across six months
and into the melting snow
to meet a boy again.
he and i spent
most of our time together
getting lost and eavesdropping.
in roughly chronological order,
other activities included:
as soon as i arrived, adding my avatar to his wii
alongside jesus, tyra banks, & his roommates.
killing time at the odessa cafe
until tony, of kropps & bobbers,
could cut my hair. the salon peaked
my sophomore year, when i had a shaved
head, still wore hipster political t-shirts
and lived rent-free next door.
nostalgia.
browsing at st. mark's comics.
i picked up a transmet
to read on the plane ride home.
wondering how i become the girl
who drags a boy to the louis comfort tiffany
exhibit at the metropolitan museum of art
then demands to know if he really likes it,
or is "just pretending." high maintenance!
watching a broadway show (thanks
to an infusion of cash from a relative.)
the first half of the musical spring awakening
was raucous and delightfully squirmy.
the second half was pointless and dated.
the music was loud and too poignant,
the staging, distracting. all those blue bulbs.
browsing at the strand.
i was shocked to find
that in their 18 miles of books
there wasn't one copy of
joe brainard's i remember.
the man behind the counter
suggested barnes & noble (!),
then wrote the isbn number
on a post-it in cursive so beautiful
i instantly forgave everything.
lunching at the telephone bar and grill,
one-on-one, trying to talk about feelings.
watching mafioso, a funny, sad
tender and suspenseful old movie
about the mafia, and about life.
smooshing into prune,
with a gang of seven,
trying to act sophisticated.
getting dropped off at the
blue & gold bar by my aunt and uncle,
with enough hugging and reminders to "have fun!"
that we could have been toddlers
on our first day of nursery school.
lounging around in the bachelor pad
of my best guy friend from college
listening to recording's of big bang tv's
first gig, a smashing success.
keep it up, snoogles.
trying not to lose my composure
in the cinema cafe as my rolling
padded armchair kept drifting
backward from the table.
clenching every single muscle
in my body with unbearable tension
as elderly francophiles get into a shoving match
during a screening of the already
nerve-wracking what time is it over there?
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