She stares with her mouth open, holding a Whole Foods bag. His magic amazes her. Even Times Square Elmos rest at night: They sit on red metal chairs, finger their phones. The sign says “I want...

It reads “I need money for weed“.
A few looks
A laugh or two
But
no one gives him any.

I love food – but hate eating. I hate the phsyicality of it; the mastication; the chew-chew to turn solid to bolus, the feel of crumbs as they invade the interstitials of your teeth. It...

I see yous turn – both enter the stall, backs to the sea of us Flash of green, bag of white fast-moving, your imagined sleight-of-hand, and – then it’s over. You move – I...

The urinal coughs, splutters toilet-bowl blue when he punches it. Pause. Then lean-forward and grabs it – calloused hand on porcelain white and burnished pipe. “When do we rwahr...