Most lovely. And appreciated. Excerpt? Word.
"The air is salty, crisp, and inky dark.
This isn’t the summer
Provincetown where the night is filled with packs of boys dressed in
leather who follow Adam and I as we go to meet our parents after
wandering the streets; where music plays everywhere, pulsating and full
of kinetic energy; where every other storefront is a souvenir or T-shirt
shop selling cans of Cape Cod air and where Spiritus Pizza, the Penny
Patch, and the Army-Navy store filled with its ancient scuba gear are
always jammed with tourists while rainbow flags flutter from every
building, and there is life, so much life, and so much joy with every
This is winter, and even on New Year’s Eve, the people on
the streets are few, except for the drunken guy who yells, “Happy New
Year’s” at me as he and another guy stumble by, and I think, “Happy New
Year’s for who man, because it’s not happy for me and my brother?”.
what must Adam be thinking at this point, laying on the floor of our
room, alone, scared, and far from home, as he wonders whether keeping
his hands clasped tightly around his head will keep his brains from
spilling out onto the rug as he awaits my return?
Not that I’m really thinking about any of that."