Dear you

December 14, 2010


late morning

December 14, 2010

Now you’re just a daydream I make myself keep having to make the clocks move while I’m working.

The only reason I want you is that I’m not sure if I can. I’ll replay it all in my head –  every touch and whispered word – forget about the stockpile of better memories and lovers in my catalogue. Now that you’re just out of reach, you’re perfect for my curiosity.

(Don’t) tread on me.

December 11, 2010

I was born with an American heart.

slow saturday

December 11, 2010

I’ve got something I’ve been chasing.


NY, feb 2010.