That’s what she tells me, sexually speaking,
and though I have to agree with her point
(the one about going so long between drinks),
I am thinking about the hump
and the way people describe the journey
the rolling and jolting rough-sea rock,
the slow-aching hip bruising,
An unfortunate way of telling someone to wait:
endure that painful mammalian convulsion.
How can I be a camel, I think,
blowing softly on my hooves.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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