The Noon Sun sets over Jamaica Plains as the F-Train
rocks its way to The Village.
I sit quietly with a large seductive bag between
my knees and survey the Burroughsian landscape.
To my left is the slave boy from The Satyricon and
to my right is Marnie from the Birds.
The woman across from me shoots a bright Diana
Ross sort of smile.
The E screams to a halt and I quickly sing my farewells.
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