Commute
I just want to get to work
I can’t believe I have thought that thought consciously and i’m a little disgusted with myself for it truly
The woman next to me on the platform in a yellow raincoat and platinum hair improved the cold wet so briefly
But we got on different cars
Next to me on my own car she was short and round faced and eating a plum
Not entirely unpretty but I would have kissed the plum first
She stuck its label to her work bag
I hope she went into the office with it that way in quiet rebellion
I ask a man named Steven(which I know by his id badge) if he was far enough in so as to not be crushed by the door
He was surprised
But looked at me as though I was pretty enough to be acknowledged and said yes, he was far enough in
I wonder how we would interact in a bar
The train lurches and I fall into the woman behind me
I am bad at this city
She is not amused
Twice there are incidents with my umbrella
How do you do this? There are too many things to hold
The commuter car is exhausted by my ignorance
We are together like dominoes and it’s too early for me to be causing a ruckus
The girl in the yellow raincoat was at my next stop
Which I decide to transfer from at the last minute
Silver linings
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My favorite line: Next to me on my own car she was short and round-faced and eating a plum
witty descriptive and
good writing all month!