I was meek, desperate, gargling on my own blood.
The boiling down of the City That Works into a collection of favorite moments and sights, of best neighborhoods and trains robs it of its essence.
Certified free range cage free
handfed farmborne corn free
no government raised corn,
Don’t stay home alone, Xanax and a full Netflix queue your only New Year’s Eve companions.
Open your eyes, people. What do you see? Right now: me, spooning dish soap into my pits because I couldn’t find my deodorant.