SKELETON MAN WALKS SLOW:
A heavy bag slung across his back, a heavy face on the front of
his head. Lines of people wait for doors to open, feeding frenzy
at the station. Patriotic chocolate slipped beneath the glass
by the smiling woman who sits behind it every morning sweetens
my journey into sweatbox city.
(K)
Piranha people*
The drudge of another commute, intolerable cattle trucks.