wrote this in the summer of 2014.
It’s still “that season”. My five-year.
crazy was a place I went to,
like the grocery store,
And, once I knew where it was,
could pick it out on a map,
knew which subway tracks ran there,
I had to believe I could avoid it.
I keep my brain on the straight and narrow.
I walk slowly around corners,
as if one day I’ll turn left and
There crazy will be..
The neon grimace of OPEN.
Come. On. In.
Oh! in other news… In three days I’ll go to India. yusss.. Apparently I’ll be performing bollywood stuff (not just me, hah) for our friends wedding. wheeeeeee..