november 21st

ORIGINALLY POSTED December 19, 2022

im watching a woman wrestle a dog into a bag at jfk airport. her son, who can’t be older than 2, is yanking on its leash and the dog is whimpering, and she is crying out “good boy, good boy” and she looks at her son and says “you’re a good boy too.” she looks like she’s only 2 or 3 years older than me. it makes me think about how today i was able to use the escalators. 2 or 3 years ago i was 16 at an airport with my last boyfriend and i got stuck at the top of one. i was too scared to step on and he stood at the bottom and i cried down to him for help and i remember people kept squeezing past by me. today in grand central i walked past an old man lying at the top of an escalator and he smelled like pee and his eyes were hazed open. it makes me think about when i’ve been too drunk this semester, crying out on the ground with eyes hazed open after pissing in a bush. it makes me think. it all makes me think a lot. 

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