I sleep in the bed by the radiator by the window in the room on the east side, my slice of space wedged nearly in the steeple of the episcopal church so I wake up to bells and the sun in my crepe paper flowers that catch the light in folds of pink and orange. By morning I am sweating. Broadway and I are bedfellows; it runs from my toes to my head. I fall asleep with my cheek to its breast on the chest of heaving sirens, of street cleaners and car alarms. I wake to Church bells and taxis caught in my sheets and this city is like sex, an energy caught in bed, an intenseness that sleeps until church bells, awakens, stretches its limbs inside my skin on skin, a friction, the heat from car exhausts.
Alexandra Hart is originally from Connecticut but is currently living in New York City. She used to be on the CT Youth Slam Team, and now is an undergraduate student at NYU where she is majoring in Jounalism and Gender and Sexuality Studies.