i'll be underwater.
in a week it will be l.a. to new york again, the three thousand miles it always comes down to. he showed me the subway map, proving to me finally that manhattan really is an island. did you know some go underwater? you can't tell, he says. he points out the upper east side, where he will be, and the bronx and harlem and queens and tribeca, where everyone else is. he says he'll take the subway to brooklyn. maybe underwater. he promises to take pictures. maybe i'll ask him to find the pink chalk hearts.