you have
on the broadway line, the
one train manhattan, a
white plastic shopping
bag full of other
plastic items
on your lap
and an itch that you feel
is somehow indelicate
ill-mannered and
indiscreet
to scratch
so, you decide you'll
suffer through it
anyway for the
sake of the other
passengers, for the
sake of propriety
sensibility.
maybe that'll
help.
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