by Paula Gil-Ordoñez Gomez Magnus Andersson I love Brooklyn because most people I love are here. I’m trying to be more present — smoking at different intervals on assorted elevations, making eye contact in the elevator. Late one night someone banged on my door. I was itching for some action, after five days I finally swallowed. I pulled a back muscle. There is something wrong with my body. On the internet I find the prettiest doctor in Greenpoint. She says I am very stressed.