Thursday, March 27, 2014

In the Way

There are days when I can't find a place to stand on the subway. Not that there's nowhere to stand: everywhere I stand seems to be in someone's way, either as they stand, or sit, or try to get off the train.

I shuffle my feet, searching their indifferent eyes. I bump into backpacks, trample on toes, trip old ladies, until I finally wedge myself into a corner to write, only to realize I must once again move when the doors open at the next stop.

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