Commute/Commune
girls with “fun” tops discuss
eating contests and
“hour of power” yoga
with their accompanying
male chaperone
on the train
to DUMBO tonight. i was uncomfortable sitting next to them
as they discussed:
- professional marathoning
- their friends’ new rib/taco joint
- exercising methodologies
and i thought about:
- how much i want a drink
- cocaine
- their interchangeable butts
i couldn’t squeeze further left
into the seat i was in due to the railing;
in my mind i
turned and puked on them, their companions, everyone.
even though i would never,
under any circumstances,
do this.
i feel like having a smoke.
