All around the city I see flowers that look like lettuce.  Or they look like they belong under the sea. Why has this odd vegetation taken root in Manhattan?  I will have to take photographs of these things.  They are frilled and purple-green.  They don’t really grow high, the expand outwards.  This seems to be their prime time.

Aside from the flowers, I don’t have much to say.  I’ll recount a white  man told me I had pretty eyes and I realized I don’t usually hear comments from white men.  That was on the way to the deli where I dutifully bought a salad.