it's not so bad

New York City is amazing. And you know why? Because walking home at night, after crying on the subway because of the love that has left your life, you will inevitably come across a group of barefoot, crazy gypsies, who invite you to a Slavic soul festival, wearing banjos on their backs, who kiss your hand and ask you to marry them, all at once, why not, this is our dog, her name is Lily, I bore her myself, we don't know who the father is, you are beautiful, I think I love you, marry us, marry us please, their hair done up in quilted, thick knots, their skin open to the air that is still heavy and hot, even after the sun has disappeared completely.