Sunday, November 11, 2007

Commute (1)

Their suits are not actually black. Black is for funerals, for interviews, the very most official functions. The suits are dark gray. Charcoal. The suits are only nominally occupied, like a building left with a guard. The gentlemen will arrive later, behind their eyes, to occupy their suits. This is just the commute. Even when we are so jammed together our feet leave the ground, we are not here. Especially then.

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