Only by the Night

The lower east side smelled like fish and garbage and the sweat of trying too hard. It was too much. Jacob and I made our goodbyes, left the bar and headed north up the Bowery towards safer havens. We passed our friends waiting in line at a bar, and headed east to Veselka. The boyish waiter sat us in the corner and we ordered Ukrainian meatballs and some sort of poppy-seed fruit and nut type pudding. On the other side of the room, a man stood up, declared he would kill Obama, and threw silverwear against the window. I told him to shut up. He told me to blow him. Someone screamed. Jacob and I giggled as the waitstaff removed him from the premise. The meatballs were covered in mushroom sauce and sat on a pile of egg noodles. The scoop of mashed potatoes tasted like my grandmother’s: dry and dense. Jacob sipped his tea and we discussed the way he compartimentalizes relationships, like a chest of drawers, and the way I do, like an overflowing hamper. When we left, the cold wind blew up all around my bare legs and the city shuddered. It was time to go home.

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One response to “Only by the Night

  1. Veselka rocks

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