New York City
 NYC
you are a tall man, brown hair with a short friend, glasses. immediately I see you, maybe because you are so much taller than everyone else or maybe because we floated together. I see you, and I think you see me. I imagine you have a girlfriend. Rich, and beautiful. Thin. I imagine what you are thinking about right now. Do you know I exist - can you see me, a crowded fifteen miles away. It is hot, and I leave. Out into the evening breeze, carried away into the New York night. Yet I think of you. Do you think of me?
Posted: Thursday. July 06, 2023.
 
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