I wonder if there is a person in Tokyo as squished as me right now Writing poems about his Neighboor passenger She is writing a text to someone who’s name starts with an L She wants to know if they will go to a queer dance party He looks over a second later and sees that she is listening to Regina Spector I tried to run and catch a train today but it wasn’t my legs that failed me Ten minutes late and crowded as a neandtathals armpit And just as sweaty It feels almost like the concert last night Perspiring bodies smushed together like sardines Except everyone is playing their own music No one is passing dab pens around And we all just want to leave Yet the looking game is played 1,2,3...and he looks away Why was he staring in the first place But the Bart cars have windows that always make people look better in the sunset So I guess there is always that Can’t say I have helped I had to pee so bad the other day I squat down at the mun
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