2 Dec 2022

Tendrils move under Times Square and the bald man touches my coat. Preteens crowd eye corners. What if we kissed outside of M&M world, I giggle. I feel the grasp loosen and consider July heat, Roman suns. Fraternity brothers. How we left the party but didn’t escape it.

A woman grins and closes her eyes while laughing, her face framed in green fake ivy.