I was brushing my teeth after washing the restaurant off me and for some reason remembered something that someone said in crit. they said i loved your poem. and i said it’s not a poem it’s just writing. girl alex texts me asking how i know ******************because they matched on hinge. and i tell her i don’t know her she’s just a figment of my imagination and the most important cultural figure of my youth and that i think about her every day and i don’t know who she is. she is a girl my same age who i don’t know and have never met. that’s why i was thinking about being accused of writing a poem. because i like her poems and so does alex. i think ive written about her blog on my blog before. looking ugly on accident in a space that requires intentional appearance is the only way to feel that new york city is just another town. my little snack is lychee wrapped in prosciutto. happy 1 month anniversary to justin and joe your dinner looked amazing. Chunk of ceiling fell down and broke something precious to me. somehow it is my fault. i should have known better.