Just in time for me to go on vacation (thank god), my latest piece for Luna Luna surfaces! I originally called it “A Breakup Letter to New York,” and leaving for the next week and a half sure feels like a long overdue farewell.
“I do not go out. There is too much to do, too many hours of treading water to keep my mouth–open and gasping–just above the water line that keeps rising. I hide myself away to keep kicking, and I cannot take one more elbow in my back, glare from a stranger across the subway, catcall from the watchers on the sidewalk. If I do not drown I will burst, not into flames but shards of unglazed crockery. Rubbed down to dullness. Alarmingly hollow.”
Maybe when I get back in late May I’ll feel differently, but in my experience the heat of the New York summer just makes me sick. Here’s to hoping, though! See you all in a few weeks! In the meantime, read the rest of the letter here.