It Looked As Though---

2/3 train, 96th Street to Clark Street, March 27th, 2014
Cathy was the unusually accommodating rider who gave me her spot (read Suzanne’s poem and my comment – they are friends, one tall, one short). I laughed out loud when I read her poem. It is funny and brutal. The subway is the great “come down” for all of us, the transition from difficult life experiences back to the home.

The subway was crowded,
so Mary had a hard time
   coming out of her bombshell.
It looked as though Mom had,
   well, puked and saved it,
Setting it down in a tiny corner
to be looked at by the
other customers.

Read a poem by Suzanne S.

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