8 Jan 2022

On the inside and the out, I am starting to belong. I perch in my pink chair, watching the trains snake along. We walk to Bartosz’s bodega and get a discount on toilet paper and ice cream. I find textures and angles and gradients, and I do not rush. Most days.

The roof of a pizza joint’s outdoor extension, dressed in multicolored Christmas lights. People mill about the rainy streets in the distance. A trash can with stickers sits nearby.