A girl screams on 9th Ave by The Strand that she didn’t cheat, she didn’t, why would he say that?
A girl follows a man pulling a suitcase into the intersection at 11th and 1st, whispering, don’t leave, don’t leave.
A girl goes to a screening and watches a movie alone: one movie, two movies, three. A girl hangs up the phone after a two minute conversation. A girl bikes home with a fervor, a need for a suicidal kind of speed, and so turns back on Manhattan Bridge and does it again, and again. A girl sits in a corner on her phone on a Friday night at the bottom of the Manhattan bridge bike path.
A delivery man loaded with a cube of pizza boxes whizzes quietly past.