Category Archives: New York
The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.
Most people say that I shouldn’t let anything hold me back from doing great things. But I don’t have much desire to do great things. What are great things without the small things?
Crowds of people stand with their backs to the colors, their eyes on their phones or on the train tracks. “Turn around!” I want to say, “You’re missing it.”
For a moment, I wondered if I should be embarrassed. Then I remembered that loving Tom Petty is not embarrassing.
And if Regina Spektor happens to be giving a concert in Central Park on that particular Wednesday, who’s to say I have to move my painstakingly planned picnic?
The next day is exactly like the first.
We don’t check the news.
Phones die on the picnic table while we swim.
After I signed a waiver that confirmed I wouldn’t sue Equinox if I died on the treadmill or passed out because I saw Blake Lively, we entered the immaculate studio.
It felt like I was coming face to face with someone I’ve known my whole life: a trusted confidant, a wise neighbor and teacher and principal and professor.
I wonder, sometimes, if you feel forgotten. After all, I did not become an English professor, as I once thought I might.