Category Archives: 30 in 30

Day Sleep

I dreamt we were in a graveyard, you looked exactly the same. There were bicycles tied up near the dogs, and friends of ours were getting married soon. It might have been Valatie, or Poughkeepsie, but the 6 train overhead … Continue reading

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For the Dooleys. 18 of 30.

I know this poet who is really a painter, who draws himself with hand on forehead while a shadow of himself made up of millions of tiny men taps on his shoulder. He talks like New York has teeth made … Continue reading

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16 of 30. Grace before Sleep

Let me fall asleep while I tell you about Grace, and how she spoke so softly. She used to take me out and show me her favorite brands of jeans and dresses. She’d have me come to McDonald’s with her … Continue reading

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14 of 30. What We Pray For When We Are Sick.

Last night I woke up to my body, a constellation of pain. Each joint, elbow, knee, wrist and ankle, every finger a glowing star of ache. I would say it more plainly, but the body dreams in galaxy and heat … Continue reading

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For Every Barista Ever, and Especially for Sunshine. 13 of 30. #napomo

Sunshine is a poet, says her arm, cut-out-heart with scissor a permanent stamp; a new name. Sunshine makes coffee, makes chai and latte, sunshine is not her name. Smiles slow as chemex, steams the milk with her eyes closed, hair … Continue reading

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11 of 30. The Almost Summer of Beer

I am falling behind. Always waiting for that light to roll over the bridge or for the flowers in our garden to bloom. The city gets pretty in spring time. We eat together more, and it gives me patience that … Continue reading

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9 of 30. Remembering Skin #npm

painting by Enrique Martinez Celaya There are things I miss (the laundromat, garden walls, not having to explain). Growing up feels a lot like sighing. This morning, back in New York, I thought about how important parts of me are … Continue reading

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8 of 30. Advice to young writers, I mean waiters

Work like no one’s watching. Like you are dancing toward the lemons. Dance toward the lemons and sing over your customers. Don’t let them hear you. Roll up your sleeves. Try not to spill water on your shirt when opening … Continue reading

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6 of 30. Going

Shadow mirror talks back through Chrysler building spire. Short hair sticks up in places. The sun on my face makes a cat of me. Wake slow as vine on stacked brick. Mother loves her own. Preacher man daddy gave me … Continue reading

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Maundy Thursday (how i learned holy)

I get to church late. I’m not so good at holy, but the cello and guitar sound beautiful. They are already singing. I spot Steph and her girls near the back. I feel a great sense of ownership over both … Continue reading

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