in the subway home tonight. This is much
more fascinating than your newspaper. There's the frontpage,
in bold Italics, pointy as the girl's long *******. It'll make
you sway. Hope you're not standing! The weather is a bit

chilly. Says so on the weather page. Tonight there's
going to be a bone frost.  Check out the
obituaries. Something's dying. But they didn't mark
the place or the time. The tv page says the drama on

the next window frame will hollow out
the train. Hope your stop is sooner than later. Don't forget
to tuck it under your arm. You won't have time to fold
it neatly and place it inside the black leather.