a line of SUV’s
all dark blue or black
parked on the left side of the street
one a few feet in front of the others
hazards on
trunk open
an Orthodox Jew
unloading large speakers
one by one
onto the hot pavement
a Brooklyn scene
Brooklyn
June 25
in the morning
a downpour
hair soaked
from under a hood
in seconds as we
rush across the same street twice
trying to predict our Lyft driver’s
street familiarity
in the afternoon
too hot
for anyone’s comfort
(and we thought the rain would cool the city off)
in the evening
a hella-queer rooftop concert
as the sun sets
lavender
and
baby blue
over the NYC skyline
June 22
a child
no older than four
in a t-shirt and orange striped briefs
comes up to me
and
stares directly into my eyes
and
sings along with “dancing queen’
at me
as we wait for the mermaid parade
to start
and i whisper to my spouse,
‘that is my son’
