11:00 PM

her eyes were on fire.
blinking did not bring any relief
and the rocking of the subway car
was adding nausea to the mix.

vodka was a bad choice she thought
in soft fuzzy focus
wrapped in barbed razor wire.
gin, and less of it,
would’ve been better.

public spaces, subway cars,
parks, stadiums,
they all moved
with similar tempo.

people go left
people go right
stand up
sit down
keep on moving-
sea sickening really.

what time is it?

a thought nagged
at the edge
of her awareness.

the sliding outside
didn’t help.

and then it hit.

‘wheres my phone?’

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