xviii.
Phone buzzing
and the train still climbing,
getting higher.
I'm checking my phone
seeing that girls are up,
seeing girls are talking to me.
I contemplate decisions;
Do I get off on 110th Street and meet
this girl who just texted me,
who seems more interested in sex
than the intellectual girl
who ran away from home and invited me
to meet and drink whiskey on 175th Street?
The train is still rolling
while I'm writing,
trying to keep track,
sliding off track,
I'm going too fast.
This is the stop,
gotta think now.
I'm staying on.
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