Departure
Running around in circles
A tall thin chaotic woman
Underground at Penn Station
Her body leaning forward
Arms and legs flailing to catch up
Slightly like a toddler
While we wait drink chat listen watch
A dark navy gingham blouse
Probably purchased with care
Spots of sweat expanding to pools
With each roundabout
She continues ignored by vendors
A phrase loud and incomprehensible
Except for “fuck” and “her” and “bitch”
I find myself equally curious, scared, and envious of her madness, bravery, and stamina.
sometimesihatemycat 
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