1. Tanya’s pencils

May 1994.  Paris.  I am at a little shop, say, on Rue Mouffetard, with Marina, Shura, Seryozhka, Tanya.  I am 16, awkward and self-conscious.  Tanya is 12.  Tanya accidentally drops a box of little pencils Continue reading “Regrets”

The Giver

As we dance the other night, you feel nimble and well rested, and you smell like you are attracted to me, although I am not sure if that’s really me or someone else.  Your right shoulder cracks just a little bit. 

During the performance break I find a nice high perch to sit on, you stand nearby.  I motion you to come closer, closer.   Continue reading “The Giver”