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By Misti Date: 2005 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.18.23.49.10892]] |
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my first studio apartment was on Shepard Street my boyfriend would not move in but he would spend a couple of nights in a row at first we had nothing but his old leaky air mattress a radio candles Jack Daniels astrology and poetry books and of course each other ravenous mad gladly on fire Arthur taped me taking a candlelit bubblebath because I thought that was art I hung panties and plastic flowers and album covers and dolls on the walls got drunk a lot smoked cigarettes but never inhaled slept alone listened to "Blood on the Tracks" mourned the death of my marriage threw away clothes books photographs love letters got a checking account went to work giddy out of my shell out of my head I was shining maybe for the first time ever I was free I could see the universe expanding demanding nothing more from me than my willingness to be alive |