Things to Remember


I almost fainted in Rite-Aid. I asked a stranger to drive me home, and she did. I forget her name already.

There was an orange, newspapers and Five People You Meet in Heaven in the space underneath the cash register.

The boy in the bus line- He kept looking at me like I knew him. When he boarded, he almost went to sit next to me but stopped himself and ducked into a seat a few rows in front of me. Once during the trip he turned around and we saw each other through the gap between the seats and the window. Why didn’t he ask to sit with me? Why didn’t he just sit next to me?

I was taking an escalator from the train station. There was odd jazz music, a little more upbeat than elevator music but still keeping with the general standard for public places, and a man behind me told his friend “I’ve started cross-dressing more.”

A dream upon walking-

I was walking on a New York sidewalk and thought I was in a dream; a crowd of men stood outside of a bar and parted perfectly, like Moses and the sea, so I could get by. They all held the same expression, like they were amused but also unsure about something. I think I ordered an apple pie from the Burger King and the monitor was watercolor pixelated. I was walking through one of my dreams. Sometimes I feel like I’m building a separate life while I’m asleep.