Brooklyn

It came fast, it came pretty; your dress and hair in complete unison, unanimous, I don't even know the right word. You know all this. At your age, you're still questioning your reasons for doing it, doing it well, doing it wrong, cheap or expensive, as if there was a camera watching you; slow footsteps, floorcreaks, you're out of there, for a brief moment or a whole night, it's the same thing; all of time is madeup. Not of seconds, minutes or hours but of every decision you made; a phone call, an elevator, taxi ride, Manhattan's lights behind you and then we're in Brooklyn; far from the hotel.