High Summer

A woman on the street said, “Try my glasses.” I said, “I think I’m afraid of them.” She said, “They’re totally black.” She placed them over my sunglasses and said, “Look up.” I saw a tiny sliver of moon. Like a cartoon moon. More like a banana. It seemed really far away. She said, “Wasn’t that fun?” I said, “Yes.” She was very happy. We were in front of the Belnord, where IB Singer used to live. Everyone in Manhattan was there with a dog, and the dogs all had their heads at the same angle. Free food was offered, as it always is after a certain amount of time on Broadway. I wanted for nothing.


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