I am walking to the subway with my friend Siema.
We, as usual are talking about boys and other vulgar topics, when I see the feet of a man walking toward me.
He continues directly in my path.
I glance upward to see which way he will move or maneuver around me on the sidewalk, then I see his penis outside of his trousers, a blur of yellow jacket and a woolen hat.
It is snowing.
My mouth agape, I step abruptly to the side to let he and his penis pass.
Siema stumbles as I have pushed her out of step.
“What the fuck was that for?” she says.
She didn’t see.
It was only me on Bleecker street.
I try not to hyperventilate.