as pragmatic as you can stand

I saw, I saw, I saw:

a woman in the most beautiful indigo fur coat

a bus being pulled by a towtruck

7,000 sheets of paper composing the case of one marriage unraveled

a homeless man in the middle of the sidewalk feeding a soft brown rat

people on the subway doing what they have always done: working hard and going home

the view from the 22nd floor

a half hour in an empty office

the sun’s orange explosion climbing the buildings, and that one bridge in the distance

19 emails from my roommates about New Year’s Eve

a crescent moon coming unhinged in the sky