Saturday, July 2, 2011

Night Sweats

I never feel completely at ease in New Orleans. I haven’t left the bathroom light on since I was eight years old, but I do, here. I don’t know if it’s the criminals, the roaches, the landlady or the ghosts who set me on edge, but they do. I long for the warm skin, the reassuring musculature of a man to roll into at night, but instead I only find a cheap foam pillow. I clutch it, and hold my pee until morning. The bathroom light is only reassurance, not guarantee.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like you need a Go Girl and a piss jug. I'm sure you'll find some level of companionship soon. Focus on the fun. And when that becomes to taxing, find the wine.