Leaf Me Be

Forget me. I'll just lay here, swooned, being covered over by autumn, left to rot beneath the coming snow.


Ok, I'm over that now. Come sit with me. I've got an apple for your eye.

Single Monk Looking for Cellmate

Dreaming of a romantic partner for a cruise?


We could go back to Staten Island, me and you.


Sit out by the point in Central Park, go up to that gazebo.


Look over the water and see what that sparks.


We could share some nibbles on a bench.

Sound good? I'm your monk.