The cool stone bottom brushes my brown skin, its coarse texture scraping the soft flesh. The pain comforting as I submerge deeper. I hold my breath, the feeling heightens. I spread my wings as feathers fall away, the bottom too coarse for their delicate nature. It’s my stop, the A train to High Street. I float down the sunny Brooklyn sidewalk to a place unknown. People mill around me, others walk with determination. They have someplace to be. Right now. Actually, yesterday. It’s New York. Everyone, everything is late. Always. Rush to get there. It was due yesterday, five minutes ago, a second ago.
A movie with a view. The Statue of Liberty stands in the background. Her arms tired from holding that goddamn torch. Stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by everywhere as others look to her for something she can’t give. Never could. Never will.
A picnic. Food. Laughter. Wine. Red please. I don’t care for White. Three yellow plastic cups later I’m high as I float across the cold wet grass, contented with the unyielding pain. The crude bottom ripping, scraping at my delicacies tickles my fancy. I could have sex right now. [...]
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