Jaz Persing is a writer, singer, and human living in Los Angeles. She works in television when she can. The rest of the time she’s just looking for a dare-to-be-great situation, hoping she can put a good dent in the world with the mess of broken love, vulnerability, and words she has. In the meantime, she’s immensely grateful for God and the many good people around her that make it all seem feasible.

Brooklyn Bridge

I never knew so much ice on my face
Not on, in
Tearing through my made-up skin
With redundant blush brushed on 

Because you have to look your best in Manhattan
You have to look your best when your heart is broken
But winter has its own plans for your put-on face
And all your lines go from smudge to smear
And teeth chatter and every part of the frame shakes

The frame of bone and flesh and heart
Is being remade, as I still taste the lingering roasted
Times Square chestnuts that we wandered
so faithfully, so wearily for

Another wandering, another journey
That I could see was worth it
As my ears filled with the traffic below
My sister’s quiet observations
the melting pot of language
that Ellis Island started
and now stays in the dialects
of the strangers we ask to take our picture
to capture those city lights

Sage never wants to take these photos
and it frustrates me
I tease her—but also I know

I sense her intuition
that no photograph will capture
the freedom I feel from my stride
my legs can’t be tired
my stomach can’t be growling
my bladder can’t be full

Because with every step I’m taking
I’m doing something new
I’m arm in arm making a memory
with a friend who has my blood in her veins

Everything is a miracle

Most Times I See Richard