East River Blues

empire state building purpleTonight, in case you are wondering, the Empire State Building is purple with a tall white antenna. And if you must know, it grew cold on my walk home. The wind shook all through my hair. Now my room feels sterile, like a hospital bed. I turned the music off. The heater hissed for a moment, collected itself, and went silent again. It’s silent. If I strain, I can hear cars journey up and down the FDR. If I strain even harder, I can hear the choppy little East River waves slosh up against it. This all fades into a dull white pulse. The heater, like most things, is not quite sure what to do. Neither am I.


One response to “East River Blues

  1. I really like this.

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