Only Child Syndrome

Monday, January 04, 2010

I was imagining something crystalline and made of city
dirt and not-knowing. So I stayed inside all day.
I would like to say some true things, the way a song
can be true, or a dance. Using my words, I can say, “I sat
all day on my couch, looking up things online. This was research.”
I can say, “I’m left to my own devices again.” Whatever
that means. I have a generalized, sisterly sort of ache,
all of us trying so hard. Think of the gaze of something
dear to you. Imagine you could stay there always.

Inwood, NYC


  1. The last three lines - absolutely beautiful.

  2. Thank you! I appreciate your reading it.


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