Places I: MARTA train between Buckhead and Medical Center
Hide your yourness better. Hide and scared and subverted cul-de-norms, to be kept from sitting down next to a sitting soul. Notorious hellfire lightening rods and let it be through an invisible hand of letting it rot much, careful, careful, there are images to keep up. A national covenant of Stop! This! Scene!, exiled in the middle of the middle of the rest of us, those who know and know more and better, let the smug be damned and defining us more.
I squint at morning light through far window, then far window, then that window then this window then squinting still. Lowering my chin like the rest of them here, tired and downtrodden and giving the coats on coats thereof, better than the cars north and south on either side of us and our Train.
You'll be paying for it come rush hour.
Promises.
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