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 today 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.