31 Oct 2022

I tumble and transfer. I am the least festive, most regretful, never running out of things to say about the same things. The boys swing on the subway poles and girls dressed as devils throw looks, a smile, a scam. We don’t win the game (as never, as always) and thank the gods for it.

A man in a cape as a Halloween costume walks into a subway car, a sign attached to the nearby yellow pole saying 6th Avenue.

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