44, Indianapolis, Indiana
My grandma’s house in the morning listening to everything and weighing what to do.
My mother’s house the day I left.
Paris when I realized.
Chicago too long. But also not fully.
New Haven too long.
New York not enough.
Seaside for a little bit. Mountains for a long time. More seaside.
I’d like to see Mexico properly and thoughtfully.
Right here right now.
On the cusp.
What do you do for work?
Sit at my desk
Organize my plans and ideas
Make bullet points
Explain complex and uncomfortable subjects to young people
Listen carefully. Assess nonsense.
Work around things. Take deep breaths. Give it some thought.
Navigate the usual vicissitudes of a workplace.
Writing a book on Josephine Baker’s cinematic prismatic image(s) and the theory of oppositional burlesque I invented to sort it all out.
See above question on play.
If you had a warning label, what would it be?
I see you.
What scares you?
That I was right all along. The next step.
Can you describe your fantasy version of your older self?
Kaftans … laughing … clarity. Free. The first post I saw in the group described living in a beautiful Paris apartment full of artwork and plants and music. Being zesty and serious. A beautiful garden and I don’t have to do any of the work except choosing what to put in there. Making.
Xanax or Weed?
White rum with lime and things.