safe haven

subway station chronicles : essex/delancy

the man who talked to himself sat in between me and the woman whose legs were frightfully unshaven. he was intently eating the last bit of meat off of the fried chicken bones i had thrown in the trash can only moments ago. Each gnawed on bone he flicked into the air, leaving each piece to fall wherever it may. her sideways glance filled with disgust, she got up swiftly to move as far away from him as she could. the conviction in her movement was obvious! but when it seemed that she was undetected and clear from his reach, when all hope looked conquered and within her grasp, he spit the remnants of bone and chicken fat from his mouth and covered her from shoulder to waist with his saliva. oh the realities of a fallen world!

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what a wonder

i think of you and i laugh. i talk to you and your smile grabs me. you talk to me and i am captive. our eyes meet and your eyes drown me. my heart aches for you only. now if only i could say this to your face and have no doubt that you would feel the same.

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