The sun had gone down four hours earlier but a red hue glazed the sky and filled the night with a maroon darkness. Stumbling home was something I loved.
Drunk and orderly as always.
I paid the cab to drop me off at the 7-11 nearest my apartment.
Inside, I purchased microwavable food I would never think to eat sober.
A plastic tray holding 12 pork dumplings like an egg carton.
A cup of insanely instant noodles.
Within seconds, the food was far too hot but I was far too drunk to feel pain.
Most drunks are careless.
I am not.
Strategy is the cornerstone of my inebriation and I always pride myself in my skills in drunk logistics.
I look at my fares, I know which layers of plastic are expendable.
I throw the cuts out in the 7-11’s bin. I do not want to fill my own at home.
Microwavable food has so much plastic, most of it unnecessary.
As to not get burned by microwavable food I keep only the plastic I need.
My hands are full. I start with the insanely instant noodles.
There is a sidewalk that runs strait past the door to my apartment.
I say “fuck it” and walk on the opposite side of the street.
That was when, right after I said “fuck it”, I spotted wild lovers entwined in the dark.
I stopped.
I sat down.
Wild lovers are like any other wild animals.
Beautiful to gaze upon but only if they are unawares.
Their short flight distance and vulnerable state makes them ridiculously easy to disturb.
I am not a fan of voyeurism but I am a fan of beauty.
There is much beauty in that witness.
Two people, two souls.
Tangled arms a legs, heads touching at the brow.
Completely shorne of all borders and gates, they are lost and found at the same exact time.
The couple across the street don’t know how beautiful they are, how perfect they are, how much they say to me without a single word.
They will never know how beautiful they are.
They aren’t across the street, like a mind out of a body.
There are not drunk.
You are the mind, they are the body.
How lucky you are my friend.
A scooter passes by quickly.
This is what a motion sensor has been waiting for.
Lights above my apartment door flash on and illuminate the wild lovers
. The quick of a hand escaping the slip of a dress hints abject sensuality.
I light a cigarette.
I take out my apartment keys.
It is now time to leave the two wild lovers alone.
For me, the time is bed. For them, they know no time.
Just as I stand it dawns upon me.
I can not cross the street to my building door without destroying the grip and solitude of wild lovers.
Damn.
Unless I can walk across the street and open the door without activating the motion sensor?
I am am drunk for this.
I w
oke in the morning on the side of the street opposite my apartment building door.