>love thy neighbor
November 17, 2007 § 2 Comments
>I heard someone leaving their apartment on my floor this morning, and I looked out the peephole before stepping into the hallway to avoid contact. But my next door neighbor had been out of peephole range and so I ended up talking to her.
This was the second and a half time that I met Sandra. But this time I found out that she’s a poet and last weekend she was at a poetry conference in Massachusetts with Steven Cramer, the director of my graduate school. She teaches writing at a community college in the Bronx and she is working on publishing a collection of poems.
And she’s Jewish.
In a way, I’m glad to know there is a real future for me in writing (she’s at least twenty years older than me), and to know my next door neighbor is interested in similar things.
On the other hand, now I have to be on my best behavior so that she doesn’t start to dislike me as a neighbor. Anyway, small world.
Now I’m at the Cafe Bar in Astoria, cranking through my Raymond Carver craft essay.
I had a lovely dinner with Aimee last night, which was a great introduction to the weekend. Tomorrow, she may come back over so that I can model her handmade/knit paper halter top for her portfolio. She wants a bosomy model. Who better?
*bored by: Masculin Féminin