You think you can intimidate me but I can see the ugly inside you. You think your crisp shirt and pressed skirt hide the dark stain but it bleeds through your pores. Your lower jaw juts forward ever so slightly daring me to maintain eye contact, challenging me to look Read more…
He’s walking right to me. He walks with the springy gait and stiff shoulders of a resident gym rat, huge negative space between his bowed thighs and his arms sit well away from his torso. The subway platform isn’t crowded at this time of day but he’s not stopping at any Read more…
8 minutes, March 26, 2014; platform for the A train (express) They’re supposed to be super fast in this city built for speed. Lightening speed, pulsating and caffeinated like the inky joe served up in the iconic blue cups. But minutes are an eternity when my bladder is full. Across the Read more…