Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"How It Isn't" [13+] It's not that living here makes you important, that's just how it feels because there are so many other self important people here, handmade celebrities-- and I am no different as I screen my soap opera on the L train window, watching to see myself as no one else will see me in the blackened glass as my personal show hurtles toward an inevitable conclusion, gaping at my own face and watching the weariness accumulated over a day of being my own star. I am the protagonist in this series, the fabled honest and true heroine, smart, strong and witty in my own image. The reflection shows me the quiet girl with the story within, from a distance etched in a blank background, that phenomenon with a long and tangled back story in her own leading role, studio headphones blaring the requisite soundtrack, a validating ballad of Bjork resting on a cloud of vague unassuming curls framing a weary pair of eyes, narrow slits in my reflection, my mouth, always poised no matter the pose, whether I'm reliving the dank piss rank of the Spring Street station or the woozy fumes in my walk up Hudson, intersecting the pilgrimage back to that Promised Land across the river, recalling things etched in plaster dust and sand and itching like exposure to fiberglass on my palms. The train slowly fills with other episodes of the same show, and the air tastes like perfumes in conflict, Old Bay and Chanel No. 5 and soon the window across from me has been crowded out of view, jostled away by the starlets packed in around me not even realizing the part their suffocating presence is playing as I wrestle through a sea of arms as I contemplate the guest stars of my day, and my supporting cast, as I catch one last glimpse of the film that is my life in the door window, before the doors slide open and the channel changes. |