Chapter Eight
The City Is My Mistress
A shoeless man bare-asses through Bellevue South Park—his hospital gown’s gone unknotted.
Pickup games run both ends of the basketball court. Nobody looks as he shuffles past.
He beats his chest and barks:
Who wants to dance?
The stroller squad in the playground pretends not to hear him.
Here we go now!
A frenzy begins: shadowboxing. Fists carve invisible o…