brooklyn, step one: learn elementary russian. step two: memorize the B express train schedule
Here I am, a Brooklynite with the 718 area code to match. I even have a public library card. On the way to the Upper East to see my cousin, a hot boy named Chase gave me his number after we talked about music on the 4 Uptown Express (what was it that Michael warned me about people whose names are verbs?). Heeb is amazing. Tonight the editors are taking me out for drinks. I just bought a new pink purse that's big enough to fit my requisite subway map and reading material. Applied for lots of day (night, more accurately) jobs.
I have never told anyone this, but I'm still scared to sleep alone after the Seth-trying-to-break-in incident.
I have been sleeping alone for a long time. Everyone I know in town has someone they want to set me up with.
The book is at ninety-two pages and counting. Today I looked up "literary agents" in the yellow pages.
Relevant quote from a poem: Maybe we are not as far from home as we think we are, he said to her, maybe it is this hot everywhere.
P.S. I just sent out a mass email with my new address and phone number. If you didn't get it and wanted to, contact me at averseortwo@yahoo.com.