Why do fat women always sit next to me on the T?
Riding the Red Line
I'm riding on the T
my hips smashed between two women
who could each use two seats.
I try to stay in my own space
while the older of the two
makes a running commentary
of her woes du jour,
chatting with a young woman
about the comfort of her shoes,
asking me the title of my book,
never giving a moment of peace,
while everyone pretends to be
anywhere but here.
June 21, 2006
Ah, but it seems to happen every time.
I'm riding on the T
my hips smashed between two women
who could each use two seats.
I try to stay in my own space
while the older of the two
makes a running commentary
of her woes du jour,
chatting with a young woman
about the comfort of her shoes,
asking me the title of my book,
never giving a moment of peace,
while everyone pretends to be
anywhere but here.
June 21, 2006
Ah, but it seems to happen every time.