holiday time. and it's chaotic. packed like sardines on the bus, someone smoking weed, someone's bag hitting my arm and i'm doing some mean crocheting - trying to keep my head above water. past the insults and harrassment, i'm making me a scarf... keep that needle rolling, forget about the inappropriate, the circling patrons with fantasies of pulling out a gun, fly by the bathroom door with shooting up needles that find veins and bring oblivion. they want to ban words. they want to beat down rainbow hair. they want to lock up doors to wonder and i've only got 8 more so tough it out girl. woman. old lady. human...
they take take take, they keep keep keep and i'm stuck at the center of it all hating them both.
we are packed all together but so so alone.