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GET ME OFFA HERE! ! !
This sticky humidity on a packed TTC box
Has me losing my mind.
It’s early morning for me, but a chick across the aisle
in ripped fishnets and acrylic nails
has just finished a late night on the grind.
I try to escape to the enclaves of my thoughts
Drift off
To a wide open field
filled with fresh air and no people
Blooming with pleasure,
A poppy-laced pasture
Far gone from this - crammed confined disaster
My skin, no longer alabaster, has gone pink & damp
My leg has a cramp
From standing over this old Italian lady
Trying not to trip on the baby-mama & her baby
In the large garish stroller
Already rolled over
my toe -
three-too-many times.
I’m losing my patience! !
Losing my mind.
Pondering whether I should create a scene
To give me some room
& have passengers move
Out of my way – act crazy and scream
“STELLA! STELLA STELLAAA! ”
Maybe that’ll do it? ! ?
Oh screw it.
I’ll just walk.
Delwen Doyle
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