its almost the end of june and new york is overheating. making all of its creatures act oh so strange. the sweat dries on my neck and im left with a salty coat of moisture- unfazed by cold showers. tonight i walked into my kitchen to find a roach the size of an over sized date- staring at me, i made a few sudden movements, expecting it to run away into the corners and underworld of back wall pipes and wires. but it didn't, instead it stared boldly at me, waiting for me to turn the light back off and leave so thatit could tend to its business. so idid, and felt like i'd been bullied.
tonight Michelle, margolit and i went to gino's for dinner. margolit is a ten year old girl i used to rock to sleep at age one month. michelle is my roommate. she comes to visit me at gino's on my mon ot Tuesday shifts because its the only time we really see each other. we worked opposite schedules. we're approaching the three month anniversary of moving in and i've started to notice a positive correlation between how messy our apaprtment becomes and how little food there is in our fridge, with how little we see each other. i've even tried waking up early so that i can sit and drink a coffee with her at our kitchen counter. the downside to this is that when she leaves im left with hours of contemplating on what to do before i head to work or school.
most of the time i end up at the park. prospect park has become my best friend in brooklyn, while most of the people i encounter seem to wallow in their loneliness or relish in their co-dependencies, the park has a way of remaining independently alone, shaped by the people who run its course, but not to a degree that it changes its character in order to accommodate us runners, bikers, strollers, lovers, boys and girls.