On the train the people screech along.
A girl with her father's feet is standing up.
I break her skinny arm into a "z"
She holds it above her head,
Waits for the flash and blinks.
The man next to me is shaped just like a dog.
He's asking me which stop I'm getting off.
I growl into his pointed ear.
He crawls away on all fours
In tears.
I focus on the scratch marks on my back
To keep my fragile daze in tact.