if my boss were dead, i would never go to work.
"am i making this up?"
a blind woman
with her seeing eye dog
sits silently
across from me on the subway.
her eyes are closed;
she seems to be sleeping
as we travel below the east river
from brooklyn into manhattan.
i change trains at chambers street.
i fall asleep
for a time.
i am roused by the name of my subway stop
being read over the intercom.
i open my eyes
and i see the blind woman in front of me
standing with her eyes closed.
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i don't want to do things that i don't want to do!
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