Alix Lynx : galerie

There's a kite festival on the Hudson and I'm the grown woman who showed up in a sports bra and sprinted for the last free kit. You'd have let me win it, right?

Watching bodies move under the open sky and all I keep thinking is how much better this would feel with fewer layers. You'd have brought a blanket, wouldn't you?

Someone yelled "everybody dance now" and I was already on my feet before my brain caught up. Bet you'd have watched from the grass instead of joining me.

The Whitney Biennial closes in less than two weeks and I keep finding myself in front of the same piece — the one that makes me feel like I'm being watched back. You ever have a painting do that to you?

Got back from my run and the apartment's already a sauna — nothing's going back on this body. You'd skip the smoothie too, wouldn't you?

The DJ played the one track that makes the whole courtyard forget Monday exists, and somehow my shirt came undone with it. You'd come find me back here, wouldn't you?

The woman at the jewelry stall said this was made for my collarbones and honestly she might be right. Bet you'd have a harder time looking at the necklace than she thinks.

Walked half of Manhattan car-free today and the whole way home I was already thinking about this. Bet you wouldn't have lasted past the front door.