Street Sleep
When two people were airing their parking lot grievances with security, we got our chance to slip past camera eyes to climb the utility stairs to the enclosed ledge that overlooks the streets. Rain falls just out of reach of our feet. It can't catch us. We talked low all night, watching the movement of car lights like hovering lanterns, make their ways down the hill. I recited Cohen to you. You told me how machines work. We split wine and fell asleep until the sun gave us the wake up call to leave.