in the still sunwarmed wooden floor of the living room, the deepening shadows of dusk started to bleed into the callow darkness of the early night. i roused myself from a cobwebby nap to take this chance. to stare at you. you could have easily caught me. but you're this gracious new yorker. ready to avert your eyes when a woman rides the subway with tears rolling down her cheeks. respectful of my nonnative astonishment at this beautiful thing i fell into. so homegrown, so natural. i slinked out of the day bed, tiptoed over the sunday paper scattered on the parquetry and into the kitchen and scoured the fridge ablaze with amazement, with gratitude for something for you to eat.
