cutting great neck

i’ve realized that i need more human connection.

perhaps it’s the frank sinatra single that has just rolled, or the fact that i’ve been hosting second cousins whom i’ve never met and yet truly enjoy spending time with. perhaps it’s thinking about this new world, attempting to take into mind every single kind thing that anyone has ever said to me (only genuine ones) and knowing that nothing could be genuine if it’s not part of a connection.

and missing that.




i need someone to swallow up the expanse of feelings inside me, to cause it and understand it. i need many people like this. i need to live in a community of people like this.

i wish i could go to the army, without the war. because—that’s what i think can make me feel belonged.




and it’s night. my favorite time.

great neck night.



i’ve never experienced anything like it. maybe it’s the black vastness of vibrating leaves, how each loose dark speck hangs over us and webs with all the others into a curtain of night. or it’s the wall of silence that separates the island from the city. or the peninsula, draped in the long island sound that keeps it so hushed.