Incase it has ever been questioned,
You have rights to all the space your body exists in.
Especially on trains and subway cars.
A common dating site’s algorithm generates multi-acceptable
Questions answering to who exactly,
When context of the question asks if you- presented in scenario crowded subway car- would you believe it acceptable to grope an attractive stranger, circumstances dictating that person w ould never know it was you.
I hope I never fail to see how this is not a multiple-acceptably answered question.
Never see blatant predatorial assault as anything but true ugly damaged aggressions it leaves on people.
We live and die in this vessel called body.
Captain it fiercly.
Inside my head is a pickit fence with VIP’s ontop and sharks in the lobby.
Always so pressed to act and approve
A matter of unimpressive fact.
That’s the kind of attitude I live to reject.
There is a man on Market
With a brass flute for calling
A body in subway car flash
Emptied of all somebody’s tryna go home
Where we all wanna be.
This convenient theory of mine, when time is aligned right
A shift/A boost or a subjective truth.
We walking bumbling buzzing locusts
Maintaining black market options over making motions for reusing
producing a generation outta focus
They chose this for us.
The city folk bump around their town frowning while
Were all drowning
Come on inside and we can drink with the shades drawn.
Humans have no tails to crop.
Face wise-ass grins
With wisdom teeth plucked out.
My friends look like mis-raised pit puppies
Cheeks scarred marks for the wounded
Nowhere to go on holidays and
Everything is closed
but train station destinations for the taking with ice cold animal bones.
These misbegotten tones ringing in the ears of the awaken.
Awhh grrrl I miss you lots too. You are fierce and wonderful and your writing is insightful and heartbreaking (meant in the best ways possible) and I can’t wait to squeeze the crap out of you if I ever make it back home.