I wrote it in LA,
but you go to a Woody Guthrie exhibit
and there's this tableau—
what else was I supposed to do?
The next morning,
I went to the top of the Empire State Building,
threw a button off the top
and made a wish.
(It didn't kill anyone, I googled.)
Then an elm tree dropped a branch on my head
when I was complaining about the past.
I looked up and it seemed
like it could be a *message* to stop
writing about the past and move on to new beginnings.
The next day,
I did a meditation in Strawberry Fields
where you meet your future self,
and my future self was an anteater.
This can't be so I rewound a minute and tried meeting him again.
This time, my future self
turned to me and said,
"I'm actually an aardvark."
so I googled that and it *could* mean
that I should get to work on more important things.
I wish I were embellishing
this whimsy,
but it is 100% true,
or is it?
I 💔 NYC.