My most recent ex said he fell in love with me when he saw how much butter I put on my pasta. He said he loved the way I enjoy food. We were once in a deep and sleepy love. It was complicated.

I think I loved Rash so much because of its grime. The scrappy atmosphere. The way things didn't work...but did

I dream in three locations: my high school hallways, my grandmother’s house that has since been torn down, and the theater my mom worked at whose walls I was raised in.

I walk into a bar in the Lower East Side, right before numbered streets turn into Houston. I feel restless, wanting a drink or conversation.