A train, High Street to Fulton Street Station: June 15, 2015
She was sitting to my right on the train. I hit her elbow and apologized. She said, “Don’t worry. Did you poke my eye? Did you take my mind? Did you take my memory?” I was stunned by her response. I asked her to write a poem, and thought about the circumstances in which somebody can take someone else’s mind.
Be happy & Don’t
Be snappy.
Ignorance is
crazy not hazy
so just do what
u do