Day 1: Arrived in queens. Met X. The house was quiet with rubber coy fish on the wall. I made myself at home and studied the room from its photos online. The comforters were the same color and it felt like being inside the photograph. Like when you were a little kid and had dreams of being sucked into the tv. I took a nap and later met up with my friend Ethan in Brooklyn, a poet from Columbia University and his fiancé Jenny, who I was meeting for the first time. We smoked in the bathroom and made fun of Ethan. I miss New York. Sleep.