9:03, Wednesday. La Colombe iced coffee, sharing a table with three beautiful Germans (Austrians?)

Two hours ago I was picking these sweatpants out in the dark of my room.

Twelve years ago today I was just starting to believe in the News.

The places I’ve been come back to me in Edith Piaf on shuffle or they show up cow licked and smiling at my work place.

9:08 Wednesday, but it feels like Monday. I keep wanting to say, so much has happened, but the water is still rising.

This is the hardest way to stop smiling. I am lighter without what was lost. Tompkins Square Park is full of parents and there smaller selves on scooters, bicycles, leashes.

The town makes a ghost of the people.


About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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