Friday, August 24, 2012

Clankety-clank.

The chugging of the tube. The clankety-clank. Your body does the move-and-sway move-and-sway. The heat, flushed hot like I might throw up. Sticky hot, like too many people in a small moving tunnel. The wonderment; where might this one take me. The bristling-haired-chairs on short-skirted-legs. The people, every kind of person. All squashed into one little moving tunnel.

Clankety-clank.

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