But even with South Beach outside my door, I’m wishing I could in this funny little room with its tiled floor and honest-to-god murphy bed
Yesterday the clouds and the piers and the rock jetties and the kids fishing and the men fishing and all the Miami clothes
Yesterday all the hurricane damage remnants in piles along the streets and fencing
Yesterday the humidity and whatever is wrong with my heel or my Achilles’ tendon and that whole situation worrying me
Yesterday with aromatic Dutch-Indonesian food that reminds you why this is a perfect corner of the country and the only other group in the place was this family and their child’s laugh so much like my child’s laugh at that younger age and yet it was the flavors giving me deja vu for something that distinctly never happened and I still don’t know what
So many of the streetlights out
So many of the walks dark
So many Benzes so many black so many gleaming
Margaret talks about how when she gets behind on drinking water some days she feels like she can never catch up
But eventually she’ll sleep and eventually she’ll start over
I can’t tell if I’m never here or if I’ve always been here
Something like, thanks for playing
That’s where I’m at
Location:Ocean Dr,Miami Beach,United States