4.13.08

in april

everyones exuberance is

inexorable
lets walk diagonal

through the park

when

i am
happy to be
wearing my
heavy metal parking lot
jean
jacket

(because I can)

and the fountains

salivate

against gravity

towards the sky

& i try to

imagine how boys
must feel

seeing all these

knees

and legs

white

as new pair

of

dice

girls and

girls

in their

summer dresses

suddenly

razzle dazzle oh
wow

can you fathom how women
fell for
Neil Armstrong
when he flew to the moon

(better than burt reynolds and

the big dipper smacked together)

(i bet they wanted to

keep their bras on

and throw their souls

at him)

do japanese girls

still pass out at

michael jackson concerts

i wonder and

why is everyone always crying.

this morning

i overheard some teenagers
bragging

stupidly and

flirting

wildly
in the bodega
I was embarrassed for them and
also remembered how
it felt

fast forward i

thought

about

frenching &

completely forgot

all of it i

bought an orange crush

in a glass bottle

ain't life grand,

chickaboom

stef

i crossed the bridge
on the subway

(isn't that something)

on my way

to meet you

i saw the
lemon
sun
sink behind

the
buildings

i looked down
and
thought
to myself,

you can't fall in love
if you're afraid of heights

so probably,

I'm fucked

and overheard

someone say
they were
"shooting the breeze"

how interesting

when men

are

accidentally poetic

i can't wait
to hear the new
my morning jacket
record i bet it will
be positively

delicious

like watching

the science of sleep

in bed

good god michel

gondry

we're having your

medals

engraved and polished

promise

and i don't mean

maybe

your movies

are like

being hit

with a

genius cream pie

in the face

"love extrapolates your dreams"

and all that

friday I

finally saw

the

hottest state

even ethan hawke's

name

is handsome

(i am

powerless

against that sort

of thing)

some days

all it takes is

someone to
say "nice shoes"

when

you're in brooklyn

you will

feel like you

just

walked

into a room full of haircuts

trust me

I can't believe that

pink house

near park slope

who lives in that

bubblegum skyscraper

where's Julian Schnabel

when you

need him

(he's probably on pg 410 of Vanity Fair)

katherine

asked the waiter for a

a black napkin!

at the hotel rivington

brunch

it was

all

so silver spoons

i just

bounced the clean

white one on my lap

and made it dance

with bacon stains

as a girl

ponderosa

used to impress me

but

newyorkcity

cures

you of that

kind of thing

Oh well,

Oh well

I know a salad

fork when I see

one at least

I say to myself

someday someday

and I just look up

at that

Teen Wolf moon

and

pray

that Tim

wins the lottery

he "dreams of constantly"

and i hope

skirts

stay fences

and

my sister

will continue

to buy

lilacs

that

share lockers with orchids

at the

cornerstore

in the

flower bleachers

april take

off your shoes

and coat coffee's on

please

stay awhile