It’s Always Winter in NYC

"Shouldn't writers move to New York City?" I have to forgive them, of course they don't know. They don't know how that city has wronged me. What it's done to me. The frigid loneliness I feel surrounded by millions of strangers. The icy memories of being cheated on in Soho. The brisk chill of the hospital…

Friends & Enemies

Every cold sweat I awoke from you held me. Every night terror you heard my screams. All my failures you witnessed. All my heartbreaks you encouraged. You, the first person to tell me I’m worthless. The last person to love me. I can’t escape you. I can’t escape myself. No matter where life goes we…