XXI

This is our city. This: there's a whale in the river and a taxicab gone through the window of the club. And they're all beating on the guy in the taxicab. And they're all happy about it. And one guy says another guy is dumb as dogshit. And their girlfriends beat each other up. And the sun sinking over the spires is plain orange and hangs as it floats, and the girlfriends say I love you, I love you, and eventually the baby whale finds its way out to the ocean.