Thursday, September 26, 2013


The Weeknd the Morning

Last nights mascara makes my lashes stick together
Warm cool sheets fill the spaces between my fingers
My eyelids part opening the floodgates-






Que the montage of crossed legs 


A dozen applications of lipstick in tiny mirrors held by a manicured hand 
or in the dim light of a grafiti bathroom.
Slow blinks during conversations 
when eyes meet eyes that call for eyes.
And cheeks rise 
in city lights
"I dropped my bag! 
Pass me that napkin please! 
You're the sweetest man I've ever seen"

And there he is, unawakened by the roar of the imagery I piece together.
Should I stay or should I go?

Monday, August 5, 2013


when i listen to "THE XX" on the beach
my life feels so intense. 

try it. 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Magnum Weakness

 in the middle of bryant park
there is a bar
where you get a bar 
of icecream
it is so unbelievably perfect

this could be bad for my dress size

this is not a haiku
this is marketing genius, good for you Magnum Ice Cream
(which is probably hard to market, since it's a popsicle that's called magnum, you suck on this big chocolate falice shaped.... oh never mind)


Pictured: the lovely Lindsey McCord

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Flower Face

In the original biography about Schiaparelli, "A Shocking Life" it talks about a girl child Elsa feeling ugly and stuffing seeds into her mouth nose and ears hoping to bloom flowers from all her face. She hoped to walk down the streets and be a wonder to all who saw, they'd exclaim how beautiful she was. She would be beautiful. Obviously we know nothing grew, and the child was sent to a doctor, but wouldn't it be nice?

This stayed with me.

I found a Shel Silverstein cartoon where a man grew a garden hair and cut it when laughed about.

Lady Gaga wore a flower helmet and everyone freaked out about how unwearable it was.

The girls string flowers for their hair to show how badly they want to be back in sync with nature

or to update their instagrams.

i want to eat flowers and let them grow from my pores.

I want to be my own version of beautiful.