They line up and wait to be walked through the maze of plywood and artificial snow. Sunshine hides the depression of the late wandering breaths as their heartbeats stumbling down broadway. The rage is thick as molasses. We sit at a counter and share nicotine. Blankets are wrapped around the feet to keep the head warm. Blue pens draw out the plans of lawyers, doctors, and dancers. Sketches of plans cover the walls of corner stores and basement studios. The cold is beginning to take hold and the cellophane is rolled down the sidewalk. The safe are beginning to see a new winter is taking hold with no plans for a thaw.
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