postcards from nyc,

by Rachel Lynch in

Postcard from New York and the warehouse of excuses. The devil was born in Georgia but moved to New York shortly after sending his grievances in a postcard. A pretty little peach on the cover for his pretty little pistol in Manhattan. Life expectancy was shorter here, everyone knows they only have so much time. So they eat ice cream in the sun, and barley let it melt. They stay out till 5AM just walking the lower east side because there is too much to see. They eat chocolates and drink expensive wine along the streets in cafes, because life is too good to not celebrate on a Thursday night. And they send love letters on the back of postcards with images of the new york skyline and the world trade center, because they know they only have so much time and it’s important to tell the people you love, how much you love them everyday.