Missing my train:
I am stranded on the platform with the Crazies.
Don't look anyone in the eye
and, if they ask:
No, you do not carry cash.
No, you do not smoke cigarettes.
No, you've already been Saved, twice today in fact.
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If I'd gone outside I would have sweat until I melted into a puddle, so I chose to sit in the kitchen until the air conditioning dried my skin into cracking crevices that exposed my bloody interior. Such was the afternoon I subscribed to Power Poetry. Poetry is a sort of maddness.
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