November 28, 2022 - “I was still spinning from three Manhattans / half listening”

I just remember we were in the back of a cab that was crawling
down 5th Avenue at dusk, when you started talking about
the Bermuda Triangle getting lost inside the Bermuda Triangle.
I was still spinning from three Manhattans / half listening,
overwhelmed & enthralled by the snow falling sideways into
our windows. Everything was bumper to bumper: your words
like brake lights and headlights pressing against each other,
all the way down to the bridge

/ across the river

/ to the borough

with the view /

of the tiny windows /

& lights of November

/ at night