streetcat food in a cracked martini glass next to a 29th street wholesale retailer storefront
tourist mom tugs tourist dad brings tourist daughter under wing
the middle-aged middle-roaded idle sunglassed hoards on line for first pickings at the sample sale at 8:20AM
hardfaced latina mom tugs a boston terrier roughly
we wait in line for cheap cigarettes at the clandestine bodega
outside children manhandle a too-small dog and are berated by a concerned neighbor
the mexican bodega serves some of the best food in the neighborhood from a tucked away speakeasy grill
i'm not following the young bottleblonde in tight jeans with the orange freddy krueger shirt from the 4 train i promise you it just appears that way
college student eats a morning cart tamale thoughtfully in a tucked away subway car corner with plastic fork
i read the sound and the fury pleasantly sleepy next to a man entirely too wide-legged testing tension in my left knee
share a cigarette with a coworker who doesn't smoke sweartogod
soft breeze collecting halal smells and fake bootlegged leather and sunlight down 5th
sometimes people on the train stand so close and at such intimate angles they could already be sarcastically distant lovers
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