the weekends two days seem so long ago.

friday night.
lirr sketching sweater designs.
alphabet city.
orlando game.
death & co. ice cream on my boot.

city skyline from a windy rooftop.
two lost episodes
too many cigarettes.

saturday drive to bk to check out an apartment.
park slope.

lobo nachos.
exactly what we wanted - for once.
unsolvable puzzles under bottle caps.
curling on the television perched in the branches of the hand shaped tree.

hat drama

trying to keep my sleepy sick eyes open on the drive home.

belated valentine's card on my stairs.
my favorite e.e. cummings poem:

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)