New York

I miss not being in a relationship, and reading a book about a man loving a woman and that woman’s face was full of women I will never know.

Holy. Crap. They all had tats. On their arms, their legs, their necks, their backs. And they wanted us to come over.

The smattering of laundromats and Chinese greasy spoons are now punctuated by the occasional transplant from Park Slope. We have Bar Corvo on the left and Kim Chee Tacos on the right.

For fucks sakes, we'd been in the place for six months and it still looked like we had just gotten off the plane from San Francisco.

Daddy's princess, ruler of crosswalks and owner of bouncy curls for a New York morning. I wanted a little girl for just that moment, because for the first time in a while, I thought about love.

It's 2011 and I'm back in New York. Did I think it was possible to live again in the city? Part of me always thought I'd be back, but it was always like thinking about of taking cooking classes; yeah I wanted to do