Propaganda

I woke early that day and, as I brushed my teeth lazily, I watched the twin towers fall on TV...... fall on my innocent certainty that Liz and I were secure, safe in our love and lust. We had spent twenty hours wrestling with each other since we met in the grocery store on Fifth, bumping, apologizing and after a couple of drinks in Gibbys, falling into each other's arms at midnight, to bump and grind, like amateur, unsophisticated strippers who wished to show off proudly our perfection to each other, to catch one another's attention as if shiny lures in a trout-speckled brook reflect the light of sun-shine days.