my seat

This morning I get on the train at the same spot I usually do. I know this is the spot right in front of the trash can where the doors pull right up. And I step on first. And if there’s a seat, I get it. I need it, because my legs hurt, and it […]

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Going to work

I wake up that morning and slap the alarm clock unironically and cliched-ly. “6:34,” it reads in red digital line numbers. I started setting my alarm for weird times in the morning. I felt like my body wasn’t responding well to the predictable times. 7:00 AM is so predictable. 6:30, better, but half-hours are the […]

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