“You start tomorrow, 8:30 AM!”
I check my watch while waiting for the subway, fearful I may be running late. It wasn’t the job I wanted, but there’d be room to grow. They assured me.
The train rushes furiously out of the tunnel, like a monster freed from its den. I catch my reflection in the windows. My scarf writhes desperately around me, like the arms of a drowning person. The metallic centipede stops and its doors open – insatiable mouths waiting to be fed. I willingly pass inside the metallic gullet and let the sliding jaws snap shut behind me.
I check my watch while waiting for the subway, fearful I may be running late. It wasn’t the job I wanted, but there’d be room to grow. They assured me.
The train rushes furiously out of the tunnel, like a monster freed from its den. I catch my reflection in the windows. My scarf writhes desperately around me, like the arms of a drowning person. The metallic centipede stops and its doors open – insatiable mouths waiting to be fed. I willingly pass inside the metallic gullet and let the sliding jaws snap shut behind me.
