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. . . a song for this: Hit My Heart by BOY Relax by Vacations . . 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