Any vegetarian who says they don't like the smell of fried chicken is lying.

"Don't be.  I'm starving." -My friend who is on a juice cleanse, when I told her I was jealous.

Uninspired on your way up the bridge.

Don't worry, there's still the sky.

"I'll see you at Veselka"


I know what we ate
For our last meal together.

You ordered a bowl of borscht,
Large.

I got pancakes.

Mine came with eggs
That I didn't want
So you traded me for hash browns
That you ordered
A la carte.

Partners.

I had to take a call--
Some technicalities
About tomorrow.

I don't think we knew
At that point.
Maybe you knew
At that point.

In any case,
You were rubbing my leg.

We paid the check
And decided to blow off the day.
We went back to your place
And napped face to face.

Then it all started,
Or ended,
Or something.

So I'll see you at Vesekla
One day
Maybe.
Maybe not.

It's all sort of hard to say at this point.

It's hard to see.


--



My mom told me that she read somewhere that a scientist said that it takes three months to establish a new habit.

I almost didn't notice all the roses.

"There is your daily dose of happiness, courtesy of Julian Goldhagen." -My friend, about this plog. 

' C '

Alone.

"To the Man Eating a Reuben Alone on Mothers Day" or "Spending What I Don't Have"

To lay in the sun and

Evaporate.

(It's not so farfetched-- 

We are 70% water).

What would be left?

Some teeth.

Some hair.

A shriveled rasin heart.

A friendship bracelet

(If you're lucky).

What better cure 

For a head cold

Then to lay in the sun and 

Evaporate?

Or a heel spur?

Or a hernia?

Or a broken heart?

To lay in the sun and

Evaporate.

But,

Then what would it be to

Sublimate?

--

"I can't help if it you look like an angel"

Sleeping

Through alarms

Brings such

An equal sense

Of triumph

And defeat.

Of triumph 

And defeat.

--

Happy first-ever mothers day to Ms. Beyonce Knowles! 

Trying to become enormous.

"If you have to ask yourself, 'Would Dee Dee Goldhagen do this?' and the answer is 'No', then you probably shouldn't be doing it." -My mother, about everything.

self portrait: "any place that encourages you to walk around in your underwear but requires you to wear shoes is not a place you want to spend much time."

Why people ride bicycles. (Or, steerage on the Titanic?)

Things cliche for a reason.

"So Many Things I Could Not Do (if i had arthritis)" 

You're not supposed to be mean to people.

You're not supposed to eat after nine pm.

You're not supposed to walk in the bike lane.

You're not supposed to bike on the sidewalk.

You're not supposed to talk about your feelings at a bar.

You're not supposed to write people who don't write you back.

You're not supposed to love people who don't love you back.

You're certainly not supposed to go t a wedding that your not invited to.

You're not supposed to wear navy with black.

You're not supposed to prefer smoking weed alone.

You're not supposed to smoke weed.

You're not supposed to make people feel uncomfortable.

You're not supposed to0 try to hard.

(but don't be lazy!)

You're not supposed to lie.

You're not supposed to seal.

You're not supposed to ask too many questions.

(but don't be lazy!)

--

"you're probably drunk right now"

the thought

of thunder

makes me want

to be back

in your bed.

--

I listen to women singing in French to keep me from going crazy.  What do you do?

Dollar Drinks! (If you're in your underwear).

"It is illegal to ride your bike looking like that." -A homeless women I met outside the post office, about my shirtless-and-denim-cutoffs uniform.

Khun Flower Delivery requires you to specify your gender if you are ordering online.

"i'm never taking my toothbrush out of my  bag again"

This morning

I made the conscious choice

To incubate 

For an hour past

When my alarm was set.

And I realized

How arbitrary

That we call call it 

"Snoozing."

--

Today I bought harem pants. Because...

Home is where the power outlet is.

"Here it is!" -My friend, about a bell she got me for my bike (before the entire city of New York started to hate me).

 This is not the natural habitat of an octopus.

Spiderman! (With his mother).

"the point i'm at"

Who sits

In those weird pedestrian medians

Where they put tables and chairs

Between busy two-way avenues

In New York City?

Tourists eating cupcakes.

Shoe-less old Asian women

Resting their feet 

Between shifts of collecting used plastic bottles.

An intern 

At a fashion magazine

Sipping something green 

And frozen

From a Starbucks bucket.

A tween with a skateboard.

An old man wearing a young man's hat.

A homeless-looking NYU student

Noodling Udon

(From home).

No couples:

But, an abandoned left boot.

There's not much

Overt community,

Especially when it's about to rain.

But I'm tired of sitting in coffee shops.

And I don't have anywhere to be for two hours.

And I already called my mother.

And I'm at least a little uneasy.

And I can't (for the life of me)

Think of a place in this city

To get a good

Reasonably priced

Salad.

And if there is a god,

She 

(why not she)

Must be busy elsewhere

For this place is neither

Punishment

Nor paradise--

Even as it starts to drizzle.

--

5:30 dinner means 8:00 second dinner.  Holler!

Heaven

"I had bullshit this morning." -A customer at the restaurant, referring to the coffee she drank earlier that day.

self portrait: "At work, an hour early"

 They just couldn't finish it!

"If you're sick, I'll bring you Gatorade"

Lets run into each other.

I think if you start in Los Angeles

And I start in Florida

And we run as fast as we can

(i mean,

really,

as fast as we can)

We may get to Kansas City around the same time

And we could see what would happen

If we ever ran into each other.

Or 

We could both head north--

If you gave me a little head start

We could run into each other in Antarctica.

(it's supposed to be beautiful

this time of year,

not too cold--

or

as "not too cold"

as antarctica could be).

I've always wanted to see the Aurora Borealis.

There's also always Mexico.

Of course,

You could just run in place,

And if I start now,

In a week or so,

We could run into each other at your mom's house

And you could show me

Where you went to kindergarten. 

Or I could run in place

And we could run into each other

At my apartment in about an hour--

Because 

(even though it may feel otherwise)

We're not so far apart, really.

To run into each other.

To run into each other.

Like we used to run into each other, before.

It's not so hard to imagine, really.

--

Today I ate some incredible nonseasonal fruit.

What are you supposed to do when you spill pepper?

"Fail fast, fail often, fail better." -A wise man over brunch.

(not a lot of fire in the West Village)

"on the pier"

what i

mostly

remember 

is

touching

your face.

--

The process by which we secure a home today is so different than that of our ancestors!

(also, how grey was today?)