to you.

to you. to all the artists eating crackers with butter and looking out windows wondering if it is ever going to get any easier, keep fighting. to all the actors about to go on stage tonight and who are saying their whispered prayers to the ones who left them, or the ones who are in them, or the air in the blackness blanket backstage, keep singing. to the writers who lose days and posture like seconds staring at the same phrase and crying at the same part again and again, to the butter on my pen, to the paper that's this plate, to the coffee in my cup, from the love in my heart, to all of you in your art, keep fighting. keep kissing. keep dreaming. keep living. i'll meet you there.-GS kitchen table 3:23 P.M., Rockaway Beach, NY 31 years old.