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Me: You need more sleep.

Her: I haven't slept in days. I've been having nightmares that my son died.

Me: But you don't have a son.

Her: I did. My mother in law was visiting and she didn't approve of me because I wasn't Arab. The day after we came back from the hospital we were all fighting - my husband, her and I as I was cooking dinner.

Me: What happened?

don't be angry

don't be angry

The High Line is another way for the city to advertise Times Square is running out of room and there aren’t enough walls in the subway for art the children are climbing the human centipede and when we get close they flee and we do too, into the crowd and we point to the tree budding with artichokes and the city has enough ugly buildings and they are adding one more across the street we should give it a chance but the fertility rate of americans is declining and the population here is pushing more people underground. the pigeon on the street has lost its feathers and the seagull just dove into the trash can and i’m here on this sidewalk watching you smoke.

The Cloisters has two blonde waitresses and when we get the attention of one we realize that we need the other. 59th street is picking up and the sun is going down and Coney Island is lined with children waiting. vines are hanging above our heads and the fountain is trickling water, but not consistently and the mural in the back of the village with red houses is where I would imagine a girl named sienna would live but she lives here and she’s just turned 21. anything with mint i think and anything with mint you say and we absorb each other’s company my phone crashes and i don't care because soon we are off. St Marks Place is like a movie and our bodies are floating there is an explosion in the sky and you point me towards the trees but i just want to look at you. a fire truck is trailing behind two bicycles - fires never get put out soon enough in New York. across the street is a speakeasy with a red phone and you ring and we are in! a half hour you say and we are on red stools and you unbutton your shirt and my fingers feel across the tattoo on your chest - jesus lion, I smile towards the park - let’s go. you tell me you want to do something unexpected which makes it expected but i think you did it more for the people stumbling by. let's climb the fence i say but my ankles sprained and we settle into a bench - there goes a firefly. you want to capture it and i don’t want to own anything. is that a man videotaping us from the bush? i have always wanted to steal a bike but my friend is waiting for her friends and soon we are there at 13th.