7 Jul 2022

Seven, seven, lucky day. You knew it was coming (literally and also ethereally, I felt it in my bones) and I have used the word “heartening” so many times that my word bank is spent. I am free and out of focus. I am inebriated. I am happy the people I love are here, but many are gone.

A man and a woman stand out of focus, in front of the Manhattan bridge. It is nighta fun yellow streetlight floods the construction site behind them. They are morose.

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