The City

The city is so beautiful tonight. It’s emptied out, which means it’s full of feeling. There’s space between people and a lack of competitiveness about everything because there is no need. There are plenty of cabs, and enough coffee. And because there’s space between bodies, you can fall in love without being distracted by that person, or the next, because there’s only this person. It’s time to make love! you say to them, whoever they are, but first I must buy these cheap flowers, and say good-bye to the wet night air before the present atmosphere becomes something else, like Fall. The whole town is like a soft rock station played in the loneliest dorm room, or the waiting car, waiting and waiting for the beloved to trip down the stairs in their sandals and get in the car, momentarily quenching that seemingly endless need for absence.