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New York Muses and Their Shoes

Echo has been here, once or twice, and her footprints leave white powder tracks.  She can only be found right before it rains, then, and it rains a lot more here than most people expect.  I came to New York to look for her, like so many others, and I came to find her in a mirror at the bottom of a body of water that I will not name here.  It’s in a park, though, and it’s smaller than you would expect, and smaller than rain.  For all the unlikely places where I found evidence of my own twin, New York business hotels have been the most inspiring to me.  If I can find her here, I will find her anywhere.

There is only one night, out of a thousand and one, where I found a mention of her sister.  That was the most exciting clue I’d ever gotten, and I have not seen nor heard any signs of life since that one night.  It look like this.  I am deciding to dress up as if I were Kilgore Trout, going incognito into a room filled with all of my fans.  I don’t recognize a thing, but neither can I see a thing.  My glasses are dark, and mirrored, and worse, mirrored from the inside.  I have to see myself so that I can feel okay.  I have been terrified of disappearing ever since we met.  She’s not an easy lover by any means, and hard to hold her close when she is always unseen.

That’s these days, though, there was a time when things were different.  But today, it’s not different, and I’m looking at my reflection again in the bathroom mirror.  I have to check for myself wherever I go, because I do have a tendency to disappear.  There is someone I know, someone I think I’ve seen before, standing behind me, and he is telling me that her sister is supposed to be coming in tonight, and she might sing.

I tell him that I did not know she had a sister.  He tells me her name is Rhodia.  I never expected any of this, not on a rainy night in New York.

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