some nights

[vehementoolbox]

We all clutch at available support on the trams & trains - when they eventually get there - like we're done for if we let go. We can see our reflections in other people's faces. Not just cause we're sweating & so are they, but we all wear the same tired and angry expression. We carry bags under our arms & our eyes.

You can't take any more clothes off. You wonder again & again how you survived last year & how you're going to survive another. Then you remember yes, it felt the same. And it goes on and on and on.