Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Walking Home After the Reading

After a successful night out, the streets of Brooklyn seem charged with the magic that you always wished for when you first moved here. The simple sidewalks seem sturdy and important (you’ve walked them thousands of times before). The buildings bear witness to the great deeds you will do (their indifferent facades have ignored your despair on so many walks they’ve lost count).

The moon gleams incandescent white above as it grows toward full, the love of your life grabs your hand and calls you your favorite pet name, a text from a new friend buzzes in your pocket, and, for now, all is right with the world.

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