5th
someone once took me on a motorcycle ride to this spot.
i left my glasses at home.
this is what i saw.
i stumbled upon the spot again when i was walking with a friend. it’s beside an abandoned factory that used to box sugar. now it sounds like a sad breathing machine, the wind sighing over broken glass, the river lapping against the legs of the pier.
across the water, the city seems populated by lights alone. they swim as if suspended in the nothingness of a lavender evening sky. when i take pictures, they’re all out of focus, just like my memories of my first time here.
i try to recall the name of the boy with the bike, but i only remember that he was tall and thin. when i held unto him as we rode, my arms fit all the way around his waste. i could touch my elbows as we leaned into turns, the details of the ground coming into focus for just a moment before we were upright again and flying.
