Friday, March 23, 2007

FRIEND-PORN:

Hey, M____, wish we could turn back time and sit at the Second Avenue deli with a bowl of matzoh ball and something hot on rye toast with a knish for dessert and discuss the semiotics of Boston Red Socks fans and our grandfathers.

Dear H_____, what I wouldn’t give to talk out the state of the novella with you in a diner booth in Austin, Brooklyn, or L.E.S. The next milkshake is on me.

J______! Meet me at the batting cage at Coney Island. Loser pays for skeeball til it closes.

My dear P_______, Save me a seat at the nearest café. You’ll find your love someday, I swear. I’ll get published to my heart’s content. We’ll finally make that video about the wolves and the sheep. Meanwhile we have each other, and a four hour meal if we want it, and bitching about everything that isn’t right yet.

1 Comments:

Blogger chapman said...

i love this. it has the same sound (futile nostalgia, stillness) as some sanskrit love poetry i was reading today. thank you K

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