Write to think.

“Go upstairs and write whatever comes to mind.”

11/23/15
10:00pm

**How we live now…**

I’m already distracted. I feel anxious about writing. Like I don’t have any clear thoughts or any confidence in…

“Can you take a photo of us?”

Late Sunday afternoon.
Broadway-Lafayette platform.
There’s a 5 seater.
The kind with the wood dividers and well-defined seats.

What do I value?

Free time to explore new things. Art, places, expressions, ideas, movies.

Love with people, or anything that can reciprocate. Understanding how other people live, sharing life with other people, having other people understand me. Laughing. “Ahhh”ing. A few very close…

spruce that bends

i may have paid some attention to it when i was young 
maybe hugged it and kissed it in some childhood game
but it was hardly a thing
i would have thought of as home.

Neige

sidewalks completely overwritten.
traffic lights with no traffic to direct.
stillness only a 2-foot snow blizzard can create.

when 8 million people pause.

and then a second birth.
a slower one
not as clean

The softest wind

in the morning
before you know
i’m awake

i feel the tide
of your breath

it breaks on my 
spine and flows
down my shoulders

Art begets art

While listening to her mix, 
I wrote the last poem,
which gave him 
an idea for a photo project: 
taking pictures with strangers, 
the prompt: “act like you’re friends.”

the way he throws his head
back when he laughs,

the way shadows from a hand railing
flirt with stairs,

a key change,

the first perforation your lips
make when they break latte foam,