*Before Sunset in LA

On recommendation from a film buff

I stream Before (not Beyond) Sunset.

It’s horrible.

A little.

 

Anyway, predicting the sex scene to come

(so maybe it gets better)

I hit pause and go for a whiz.

I decide to hit the 1/2 spliff that I had left on the glass table outside my door.

In my yellow boxer shorts

shirtless

a warm California evening in April

by myself

only the street cars to distract the utter serenity of the moment

I suddenly am filled with all the love of couples loving

and all the loneliness of those alone-ing

all the hurt of the people hurting.

 

And it fills me up

and I smile.