On a blisteringly hot Thursday afternoon I could feel tiny ***** dripping down my calf Underneath my dark jeans My sweaty palms lubricating the balance beam of summer I was teetering on today I walked briskly in the same direction as men in suits Away from the city And in the opposite direction of kids my age, mainly girls ******* clad in clothing reminiscent of decades prior Heading to one or two of several bars That just happened to not care how old you were
Every day I would ask myself what stopped me From conforming to what I thought I really wanted I could very simply turn right around Lose a few layers And play dress up in a magical city I did not know my way around
I used to think I wasn’t alone, just lonely but for weeks I was truly alone But I was not lonely in Boston I was alone but I sure as hell wasn’t lonely I fed on the city I drank up every glass building overlooking the charles river The stench of homeless men pitching camp in front of the world’s most prestigious university Every ****** museum that looked the exact same as the last one The rain felt different on my skin and petrichor snaked through every car on the train Masked the smell of armpit and business and medicine and education
One day I promised myself I would sit cross legged on a stool At one or two of several bars ******* clad in clothing reminiscent of decades prior And order a whiskey neat Or on the rocks or whatever And wait until I became lonely For real lonely So that ordering a whiskey neat the second night And the night after Was okay