trash dash:  manhattan iii.

behind me a college student tried to convince a young girl to elope

the ritual of the second drink — 

demulcent for a moment — 

the argument lost it’s tune

like a good many dinners in so many illegal places

another cold night and the illusion of gin

central park forms endure speeches of electric illumination —

translate a scroll into a new language —

he sits with his arm around her

winks on the gloam

our ears swathed around music — 

plangent notes constrict the frigid night

“Work on a computer that is disconnected from the internet.”

—  Zadie Smith