come out, prisoner!
walking down avenue a in front of the nuclear power plant again. this time, there's a steel card table on the sidewalk, and a guy standing behind it with a turntable. spinning on the record on the turntable is a slab of raw meat. other pieces are scattered around the table. a few paces further, there's a door in the brick wall that surrounds the plant; it too is bricklaid, and someone's propped up a hand-painted sign in front of it that says "come out, prisoner!"
posted April 07, 2002 in deliverysubway overhearings
subway from work to the boyfriend's house, 8:00pm: two sassy portoriqueñas talking about their boyfriends; one of them says (i won't try to get the exact sounds down) "this boy i've been seein', he's been gettin' on my nerves so i haven't talked to him for a week. then i see him at a club and he goes to kiss me and i was just putting on this mac lip gloss, and i say 'no, i got medicine on,' just bullshittin' him, but i think i'm just gonna call him and tell him i don't wanna be with him anymore."
posted April 05, 2002 in deliveryall the way in
hey, apple brown betty, said—say, and you imagine bouncing on his lap.
what am i doing
what am i doing
what am i doing
put my head inside you and scream, all the way in, then weep.
drink your bathwater?
me'shell's show last night was a little bit of a letdown. it opened with chocolate genius, who i've tried to like and just can't yet, and his songs were creeping me out: one was a play on cannibalism (why go there?) and another copied that "drink your bathwater" line. he does have a nice black rocker voice, though, so i see potential. by the time me'shell came on stage, it was midnight on a tuesday night, it was crowded and dark and we'd been standing for an hour, and so when mos def crept up behind us and then crept on stage and joined her, i was happy, but then when the white chick with her hair in a sideways ponytail got up and started getting all dead can dancey off-key, i was sad. i thought about my warm bed all alone at home.
posted April 03, 2002 in deliverykefir
puke and cry
puke and cry
puke and cry
subway to work, 9:00am: pretty chinese girl sitting across from me on the e train drinking something white, like kefir, out of a small plastic takeout container. a tiny fleck of it is on her lips the whole rest of our trip together; she's wearing a jade bracelet like my sisters wear and panyhose under her jeans.
subway from work, 8:15pm: someone i can hear but not see because the train is so crowded is saying to her friend, "now when i see her i don't give her the time of day, because she's just not worth it to me."
posted April 01, 2002 in delivery