chelsea hotel no 2

by Rachel Lynch


i knew i didn’t want it five years ago,

when i met that long-haired music man downtown.

but i never did quite shake it from my spine til now.

my wild heart, finally set free.

excited to see where i go from here

x x


chelsea girl

by Rachel Lynch


who wants to be an angel?

a chelsea girl already has your heart before you’ve made it out the door.

you can’t buy the kind of laissez-faire these girls are born with.

many have wanted to bottle and sell it.

you never truly know who you are until you’re free,

a cheslea girl already knows this.

so walk out your door, and find somebody to love.


new york or nowhere

by Rachel Lynch


alive in the grandiose nightfall, on a high between the sweet nothings.

she’s all energy and high cheekbones.

banana pudding and white wine.

yellow pushup bras and late night pasta from an aussie joint.

white fur left in the wreckage of an once great city, that never really fell in the first place.

it may oscillate between extremes, but it never falters.

just like her.