Saturday, September 09, 2006


Today I walked through the Union Square Greenmarket, purchased four plums with the intent to eat them later, and instead ate all four within the span of my twenty-minute stroll.

Matt: I miss you! The plums were really good! We never made dinner! Now you are at school! The Greenmarket, my Saturdays -- they aren't the same!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


Every September I get my heart broken. Now it is eighteen years, and as I remember all the things I want always to remember, I begin to realize all the things that are leaving me: the sound of her laugh, certain gestures, the geometric fit of our small bodies floating in a pool.

I lose my appetite. We call it fasting, but it makes the world go slower.

I remember her favorite food. A broiled chicken wing.

Of course. The part that wants to fly.