ROBB TODD
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“No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.”— William S. Burroughs, Queer
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18 posts tagged west village
The man pointed at a pigeon perched on the back of a bench and said it wanted to sit on my arm if I would give it somewhere to land. He called the birds by name. “Come here, Cinnamon. Here, girl.” I held my arm out.
EVERY DOG IS A KILLER IN HER HEART
A man on the street said, “Can you help me? I’m poor.” I handed him a banana and he said, “Everything you need to know about life you can learn by watching animals,” and he peeled it by pinching off the black spot at the bottom, not by pulling the stem. “I speak several languages, including toddler, and I’ve picked flowers from rhinoceros horns. Every ritual is forced upon us.” He ate the banana and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, looked around, stared into shop windows, eyed the pedestrians, regarded the traffic. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a faded tattoo of a sleeve. “All we know are assemblages.”
WE WILL NEVER DIE JUST YET
This is important (and do not ever let someone who is successful at life tell you otherwise): There is a building near my office that was used as an exterior shot on a famous sitcom about a group of friends. It has been off the air for almost a decade but the show is syndicated. Tourists stand on the corner and take pictures of it. All day long. The show was not even filmed in this city. This is our culture. Tourists. Photos. All. Day. Long.
I took two pictures of food today. I do not have a healthy relationship with food nor money but I get along with liquid fine.
Remember when we saw the plane writing in the sky?
The approaching train sounded like lasers. On the train, a man with a torn jacket said to a little woman wearing a red coat, “Excuse me, miss. What day is it?”
She pulled her earbuds out. “Friday.”
He said thank you. At the next stop, he said, “One of these guys should give you a seat.”
She could not hear him. She had her earbuds in again.
“They should give you a seat!” He had an unopened can in his pocket, something to drink. “Is this 59th street?”
Another man said, “When it stops, bro.”
The man with the torn jack held out his hand with the cross dangling. “Could you spare a quarter?”
Outside the gym, a man walked past wearing green jeans. Does that mean anything to anyone any more?
Inside the elevator to the gym, a woman told another woman that she has a student whose name is pronounced “shu-thead” but it is not spelled that way. It has an I and no dash. The other woman laughed and said she has a student named La-Dasha, spelled La-Dasha, with a dash.
Inside the gym, a sweaty man wore a T-shirt that said, I HAVE DOUGHNUTS AT HOME. The view from the yoga studio is sick.
Outside the gym, two giant dump trucks stopped for a little old lady jaywalking with a cane, a pile of dead Chistmas trees near a no-parking sign. A blind man in white fur coat stood on the corner, tapping things. A little girl with a pink, rolling backpack stomped down the sidewalk making angry noises.
Relationships, my life, my feelings blahblah I do not know how it is for other people.
Sometimes you’re just walking down the street, minding your own business, when a guy has a cat on his head.
A WALK THROUGH WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK
A man fed pigeons. One stood on his head, others on his shoulders and lap. They pecked in his hair and ears. The man moved slowly. The fountain made a rainbow and a breeze sprayed people with mist. A band played. People said nice things to each other.
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PINHOLE CODES IN PRISON BOOKS
The kind of heat that makes city dwellers climb into fountains in their undergarments. Woman with no shirt wearing a bra. A friend claimed he is the only person who exists and everyone else is something he imagined. A mother and a son and the son’s hair. “You can’t let me near reflective surfaces. They’re great. It’s faster and not as accurate.” A man rode a tandem bicycle alone, no helmet. Who uses pay phones? My friend swears he imagined me, just made me up. Who knows any telephone number but his own? The boy flipped his hair. The I-am-so-above-this eye roll. Maybe I should thank my friend. Woman with shirt not wearing a bra. Elevator music critic. I have never seen a pigeon walk backwards.
LEATHER AND SHOELACE
An old woman and a pregnant woman stood in front of me and I offered the pregnant woman my seat and she said no thanks so I kept sitting.
At the next stop a guy got on and stared at me like, “Why aren’t you giving that pregnant lady your seat?” I got off at the next stop and so did the pregnant lady and the guy nudged the old woman out of the way to grab my place.
The subway steps led to some famous courts and the games were fierce. Basketballs bounced and handballs popped. A man on the sidelines had a lot to say about the evolution of the shoelace.
Outside of a Belgian beer bar, a man with a tattered straw hat sat at a table with his legs crossed. He held a leash that was wrapped around the legs of his chair and he sipped a frothy beer from a tulip glass. He called his dog Robot. “Sit, Robot. Sit.”
Clouds blanketed the sky and cooled things off and everything turned blue.
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