jell-olives – castelvetrano, negroni, orange
a brilliant bite from Cat’s birthday dinner last night at Café Mars
“But I want to go to mud school, too!” Luna insisted. Downhill, a 1st grade class explored a water patch that failed to drain after a rainstorm 3 weeks ago.
“No way,” I said. “Like I need more bacteria in my life.”
“Shut up! You’re the vector!” she cried, and skulked off.
Dusted off some twang for a story of beauty in sadness. Some days, whiskey over absinthe…
Elena lived on Avenue X,
next to a trestle
all her life.
She dreamed of distant places
and of jumping random trains
a thousand times.
She craved a sky that let her know she was home.
brooklyn bridge park
17 august 2014