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the terrace

I fell asleep outside,
on Lisa’s windy, 50th floor terrace.
It was indulgent, sensual
and lethargic - it crushed.
I forgot the time.
The sunset was intense,
a violent shock of color,
like an existential smack in the face.
I felt a lot of joy.
I’m feeling optimistic.
We leave for New Haven tomorrow.
I believe in the future.

Leeza popped her head out of the glass doors,
she was wearing a small, pale, skin bikini,
“Wanna go to the (indoor basement) pool?”
I stretched like a cat, “Sure,” I purred.
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.
a song for this:
Hit My Heart by BOY
Relax by Vacations
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Our cast:
Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s 14-year-old skinny, redheaded beauty of a little sister.
Lisa, one of my Yale roommates whose parents live in a Central Park South, Manhattan Highrise
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Kavanagh  Avatar
August 22, 2024 at 3:09 AM
Slumming it again along billionaire’s row Anais, I am just imagining that wonderful view over Central Park as the sun goes down, or maybe you’re facing downtown, optimism filling the air, I can think of the perfect song for this one, (The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades) by Timbuk 3, check it out, after the swim, cheers David
Vionet Avatar
August 27, 2024 at 7:34 PM
They get explosion-like sunrises about 10 minutes before the streets - so we’re in this lethal glare and for a few minutes, the city below looks dark. =]
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August 27, 2024 at 7:33 PM
They have the floor so their living room faces the park, the kitchen and main terrace faces lower Manhattan, Leeza’s room looks over Hell’s kitchen, where Sullenberger ditched that plane in the Hudson (no one was home), her Dad’s corner office overlooks Lincoln Center, “My” room overlooks the East river and Lisa’s room overlooks the Chrysler building. It’s all stunning.
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