by Sophia Macris

That summer we were listening to Vampire Weekend, Paul Simon, Albert Hammond, Jr. We were drinking cocktails made with rum; shots of absinthe to be obliterated. We were reading non-fiction and writing non-fiction and sleeping with married men or considering sleeping with married men. We spent half-day Fridays getting pedicures and chasing boys with Wayfarers who did not want to sleep with us because they weren't married. We drank iced coffee as a social experiment. We alternated caffeine and alcohol to make it through the day and night, as if that was something we should be doing.


Sophia Macris is reading Cavafy, eating figs, and making plans.