feeling it utterly called for in light of the density of recent days, i found myself in midtown earlier for an hour-long deep tissue massage by an exquisitely pleasant Japanese woman named NaNa who really threw her fingers into tearing apart some tight tight knots. other than midtown at rockefeller center not really ever being a place i want to be in unless it's Christmas, not to say entirely anathema, i then had to find my way home. i made my way through the city throngs that people take pictures of to the downtown E M at Madison and 53rd and leaned up against a wall determined to find some peace (my thing lately) even in the middle of it all. yes i said that.
in my earphones, i had Mozart's papageno/a duet, and i stared straight ahead, making my my fuzzy box/circle of vision then be each and every frame as midtown streamed past me on the this dirty, stuffy downtown subway platform. how different midtown is from brooklyn. people wear completely unsensible shoes, like actual stilettos, and tight, crisp shirts and skirts with pleats, and shiny shirts carefully tucked under belts, hair pomaded, things like that, even a cinch or two, and they truly look a touch too much all business. pa_pa_pa_pa_papageno
on the train, i spotted quite a young man. solid jaw, strong nose, good lips, tall, with a healthy shock of thick black respectfully cropped hair, good hands wrists and forearms. relatively well fitted shirt, and office pants........reading a kindle. i couldn't make heads or tails of it. what was he reading? how did it make sense. i was fascinated. and then i realized that around him stood of gaggle of bright eyes. one redhead, another little betty boop....
these days i'm saying young man. pa_pa_pa_pa_papagena.
advice i am slow to take:
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i'll be sure to pass it on.
i showed that to someone who said, well if that were the case, i wouldn't sleep with my sister, or my father.
oh the things we know when we know that we didn't need to but needed to know them.
in my earphones, i had Mozart's papageno/a duet, and i stared straight ahead, making my my fuzzy box/circle of vision then be each and every frame as midtown streamed past me on the this dirty, stuffy downtown subway platform. how different midtown is from brooklyn. people wear completely unsensible shoes, like actual stilettos, and tight, crisp shirts and skirts with pleats, and shiny shirts carefully tucked under belts, hair pomaded, things like that, even a cinch or two, and they truly look a touch too much all business. pa_pa_pa_pa_papageno
on the train, i spotted quite a young man. solid jaw, strong nose, good lips, tall, with a healthy shock of thick black respectfully cropped hair, good hands wrists and forearms. relatively well fitted shirt, and office pants........reading a kindle. i couldn't make heads or tails of it. what was he reading? how did it make sense. i was fascinated. and then i realized that around him stood of gaggle of bright eyes. one redhead, another little betty boop....
these days i'm saying young man. pa_pa_pa_pa_papagena.
advice i am slow to take:
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i showed that to someone who said, well if that were the case, i wouldn't sleep with my sister, or my father.
oh the things we know when we know that we didn't need to but needed to know them.
