Glizzy Zone

memorial day in nyc. perfect weather! the kind that makes strangers linger, smoke travel farther, and even the pigeons seem unbothered. 
walked past a grill stacked with bratwurst - fat, glossy, unapologetic. glizzies thrown in like they knew they were the crowdpleasers.
no fanfare. just heat, meat, and mutual understanding.

sometimes community’s just a brat in the sun and someone handing you a napkin before you ask.

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