I fall asleep giggling
to Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw,
Recognized by all as
Annoying or beloved—
For her shoe addiction,
Her emotional bigness over Big’s
emotional avoidance,
Or the missed chance with
Furniture-making, golden-retriever Aiden.
But I see her differently:
A pun-loving comedy genius,
Staring at buildings
Just before she leaves them.
I’ve rewatched this show
Once every decade since my teens.
And now, at thirty-eight,
It feels more wistful—
Like I’m Carrie, staring at the building,
Wanting to hold on
A little longer
To moments that can’t be rewound,
Only rewatched.
Thoughts?