The rain falls mainly on the pain.

I can hear my neighbors fuck at night. They are right across the airshaft that separates my building from theirs. Their bed is pressed up against the window and the window is open. Mostly I hear her, but his grunts are there too, softer, deeper. She is quite loud, yelping and moaning like an animal. It goes on for awhile…there are no words between them…just the sounds coming out of her that

INFINITYBOY

i loved my little studio out in the industrial park of north Brooklyn. i used to sit dreaming at a huge wooden table with a tiny black laptop that a friend of my mothers nabbed from deutsche bank. Or else I’d drag out the ancient typewriter and bang out slogans in the bygone font. There were two huge windows covered by long sheets of white gauze that were strung up to a metal runner on top.