·

New York, New York

New York and I have this understanding. A pact or even better, a pinky promise. It goes like this: as long as I keep admiring her, she’ll keep me safe. If I don’t look for her dark allies or rats, then she won’t show them to me. Sure, it might make me naive, oblivious, perhaps ignorant.

But hey, it’s what works for us.

If nothing else, she surely has me wrapped around her finger.

Click here to read my latest poem, Potlucks!

Similar Posts

  • Bodega Orders (NYC’s Top 10) to Make You Full

    Regardless of what brings you to New York, there’s something all visitors look forward to- the food! There’s no shortage of restaurants, but even better, on almost every corner you kind find a bodega. If you’re unfamiliar, as I was when I first moved to NYC, a bodega…

  • Ugly Truths

    If you want to know the truth, you probably don’t. Because once you do, you can’t go back to not knowing. And they say ignorance is bliss for a reason, because it really is sometimes. It’s easy to love the people around you when you don’t know the…

  • Characters We Know

    Sometimes I meet people that I feel like I already know, and not in the romantic kind of way. Their archetype, their manner, their brand–it’s been done before. Are we then all copies of someone else? And who does it better, them or us? Or is it just…