Last Sunday

I AM ALONE.

And that seems to be the theme nowadays.

Sitting here in the sun on this cool afternoon and surrounded by Ray Banned couples in all their happiness is reaffirming this truth at the highest. But I ignore the facts. I’m too concerned with the flat rooftops and dull rolling hills I see beyond the shaggy palms at the edge of Lafayette Square. Cool and hazy. And everyone is smiling. Everyone including me– we sit and get high and enwrap ourselves in the sun and wind mixing with the smoke to create a haze that further obscures our awareness of East Coast vortexes, big men visiting from tempestuous lands, stranded manatees, and that in the chaos out there beyond here– is him.

So maybe here, we’re in the clouds.

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