Subway observations

“DEUCE WAS HERE”

Black marker attempting permanence.

Scattered newspapers

scuffled underfoot

dried slush proclaiming

40% OFF! 

discounts meet boot heels.

Glance up:

grey flats, white laces trying to shine

omnipresent grime

this Boston winter grits

the Orange line into shades of salt rime.

Those grey pants are too tight

for this thirty-something texter.

Shit.

Eye-contact.

Time to contemplate the empty

Arizona bottle skittishly questioning toes.

1) Who gets ‘zona’s in plastic bottles?

2) Why is the cap off?

Did you purposefully drop TWO pieces of trash

just so you could be twice the asshole?

or maybe

it’s MODERN ART

hidden among the dinginess

of tired commuters

-Tufts stop-

-man absently kicks 40% OFF

does not register the deal he’s smudging-

[sic]

TIME TO CEASE

RAMBLING

SILENCE

FINGERS

CEASE

YOUR

GRAPHITE

ASSAULT

ON THESE

UNSULLIED

PAGES

-got off train at Downtown Crossing-

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