a city where the man in the hat in the shadows still kills

manhattan and brooklyn, march 2009. mutual 3 am




i'm so lucky and scared to live in a city ruled by whatever stories the shadow people want to tell- they could all be paperbacks and police beats every night, no one ever had any time to become nostalgic. the dark is still the same, quiet is the same quiet, i walk the new york trilogy's city of glass streets in new decades fearing and loving the trenchcoats behind me

my jacket this morning was still wet from the rain. i got in the fog, i went to work, i wrote my papers, i sat at my desk, barnaby and quinn and garcia lorca smiling beside me and i am blessed