Just Another Night In New York City.
Waiting for the practice.
Blasting my fave song of the second.
Train arrives, I step on.
A woman is checking me out.
Flattered, I rise up taller.
She’s staring behind me. My nonexistent ass?
Suddenly she’s yelling one thing at me and factors to my ass.
Remove my headphones, “what?”
“You have a big moth on you!”
As I frantically wipe my again, others have turned their consideration to the commotion.
A moth the dimensions of a bald eagle flies concerning the practice.
“Thank you,” I say politely.
I stroll to the other finish of the practice, discover a seat, and bury my head inside my very own neck.
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