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Sep 2014
Are you getting off or staying on?
He said without looking
His eyes to the ground
She didn’t respond
and he wasn’t looking for a response.
I looked him straight in the top of his head and said
I think that’s what she’s trying to figure out.

It sounded like the train had shut off its engine.
People paused their iPods to hear what was going on.
I wasn’t trying to be rude
and I don’t believe I was
but the people stared like I just called the pope a ******.

I’m sorry I feel no filial piety for a ******* bigot.
It must **** being old.
Bent over, begging for help
while insisting that you don’t need any.

A woman offered him a seat.
Keith May
Written by
Keith May  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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