Long Distance

“Once, when I thought of the moon, I thought
of luminous shelter. Then I flew there and I
wasn’t the only man. Women in yellow tulle were
riding bicycles in the shadow of the sun while
men rode in on tiny, black horses. I hate how
everyone is either a tiny, black horse or a big,
fat gnat, sans purpose. I’ve been reading Fear and
Trembling all night and I thought of you,
reading in your room with your parents asleep.
How you’re innocent, so maybe you won’t
believe me, but I did this thing I never should
have done, which was throw the knife at my
father, and I thought you should know. I need
to clarify. There’s more to this world than
movies and orchards. You know what I’m saying. Let
me sing you our song: I like New York in June,
how about you?

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