for craigslist
hey lanky brunette with semi-stringy hair, eating Indian food on 6th street, sitting alone and reading Atlantic Monthly. You were engrossed in the cutest possible way and you kept pushing up your glasses. You ate naan methodically, without looking at it, but looked up to thank the waiter for a water re-fill.
Or you, cherubic redhead in Nolita, 5'8 at most. You stopped to read a Zagats rating posted on a restaurant window. You had skinny legs in your baggy cords, and your parka was strange neon yellow. You did not smile, but you had rosy cheeks, and you frowned at two pigeons that were walking too slowly in front of you.
i miss new york