Meet Gasoline

Sixth avenue, Friday afternoon, the wide street buzzing with anticipation. Groups of policemen chatting amongst themselves, workers lining the sidewalk with barricades. On side streets, the floats are being assembled. A woman in a cat costume passes, little children in furry one-pieces and ethereal wings. He writes from across the oceans in exclamation points and exhaustion. Your heart dances in his smile, remembers what it is what it is to love something until you collapse. In your gut lie so many puzzle pieces. 

You wonder what glue will piece them together at last.