Everyday with Special K

My brother got married yesterday.
There was wind outside, it was cold.
Inside there were too many people.
I'd go outside and smoke a bit.
A voice in my head said maybe,
Maybe...someone will come outside
running away from the crowd like me
and then we can talk and things.
And I, abruptly, remember a black guy
in 2nd and Avenue C offering me sex!
I wondered if he wanted to sit and talk.
But I didn't ask him, did I... I just went on walking straight with eyes that seem to look down but are rather looking inside my
skull.

I havent been feeling well.

It rains a lot and I never know
how to respond, what to say, when not to breathe.

On the table there're things that smell of Cairo
Except that outsider-serial-box that says on it
"Everyday with Special K".