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