Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. They look like they’re relaxing in a lawn chair with a glass of iced tea on a lawn on a Sunday in the summer with the sounds of their children running through a sprinkler just out of sight and not, as they are, balancing on a steel girder thousands of feet above New York City. If you have not seen them then that is what they look like. Just the sight of one of those photographs makes me lightheaded and requires me to lie down and feel the ground or bed or whatever it is beneath me beneath me to remind me that what is beneath me is not thousands of feet and New York City.
Originally published April 1, 2015 in Vending Machine Press, Issue 9.
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