The One That Got Away.

I'm finally back in New York Citayy on a mini break from tour.  Good thing too, because some H1N1-style critter has crawled up into my throat and built a throne, barking exhaustive orders at my immune system and leaving me couch ridden.  Prior to the cold, I was able to make it to Rachel Mckibbens' book release party at the Bowery Poetry Club.  I had my book release party there as well back in September, and the energy can sometimes be stressful and a little crazy.  Rachel was incredible and her book Pink Elephant is filled with the kind of poems some women spend their entire lives trying to write.  It was a magical evening.

I really wanted to write today about an experience I had with my dad recently, but the tips of my fingers are sore with fever, and that's a long story to tell.  So perhaps next blog.

So here is, I guess, what I really wanted to share with you all.   Post Halloween New York streets:  They always give me something to look forward to on any walkabout.  I took some photographs this afternoon on my way to get some chicken noodle soup and here's some of the things I saw:

But the one that got away, the mustache wrapped in a pink garter belt hanging from a bike rack directly outside my apartment... that's the one I wish I had taken a picture of.  I thought it would be there when I got back.  How stupid of me, that's like leaving a Snickers in the school sandbox.  I wish you could have seen it in it's glory- hanging there so candidly, ignored by all the hungover parents running their baby carriages down Essex street to the nearest coffee shop. That garder-stache would have made a great poem piece.  Or centerpiece.  Or hairpiece.  Whatever.  Peace.

Amber

(I need some Dayquil and a nice Scotch.  I love you all.  Even you, Terreson.  Especially you.)