Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m at your apartment without you, but I’m too drunk to spy, to care about photo albums of your past, to search for love letters, and sad coupons with penned promises.  I’m in your bed, waiting for your return, listening…

There are some really sorry lame-ass people out there.  This kind of behavior is usually seen as rudimentary, childish, really.  But I can’t help it.  It shocks me, still, that there are people out there who devote their time and…

There comes a point where you just want to exhale, with the belly roll and boobs.  You just want to be yourself, to have fries with that and finish them.  That sometimes is now for me.  I just want out. …

Don’t cry out loud.  Just keep it inside, and learn how to hide your feelings… I loved to love that song.  But really, that sentiment is everything about which I scream against.  No, sing that shit loud and let everyone…

I read my magazines backwards.  I learned to do this by watching my mother, in her bed.  She couldn’t sit still, so when we forced her to by begging her to watch a movie with us, she’d climb into bed,…

I had a friend in high school that was allergic to eggs.  The kind of allergic that required you to walk around with a needle, just to be sure.  Halloween pretty much sucked it for her once we were in…

First night back in New York, and I mean back, fully back.  I’m out with the girls, drunk on Shiraz, with who cares where he is, ‘cause I know he’d never cheat.”  Okay, so that is where we are.  And…

I’m at MercBar, sitting exactly where you sat the last time we were here, except now you’re across from me in streets, towns, cities, countries, continents.  Across the world with someone else, eating authentic foods with your hands, slurping noodles,…