I awoke one day to find myself in Boston; I’m still here. I’m told that Memphis is my birthplace and I lived my first 18 months in a Mississippi RFD near Byhalia.  

I want to wake up somewhere else (not Mississippi). I’d rather awake up in New York. I want to replace the Charles with the Seine. I want a morning run in Tuscany, to write in San Francisco, and to lust in Barcelona. I miss caring about Red Sox baseball.  Language, music, documentary film: essential. My father is dead; my stepfather haunts my nightmares.

I want to wake up next to her.