Somewhere in Michigan

This is not a test!
there is a
man wearing TOO
much cologne
on this
train and i am going to suffocate because
it reminds me of date rape
...and...
of crying drunkenly because of jilters and players
and drugs and self mutilators and junior psycho analysts
... and...
this is probably what my thought bubbles look like
and when they are floating up to shake hands with
Saturn or MAYBE Jupiter
HOPEFULLY they bump into cupid on the way and strike him
down
because I have a bone to pick with that
sadistic, sarcastic little cherub for
shooting me and not who I wanted to want me in return but instead
hitting every single dirty 40-year old business man
or molester on the bus who feels the need
to comment on my chest...
...and here I am rolling back into Chicago at 9:48 at night and wondering
if I will make it to my apartment without seeing something heart stabbing or spirit bludgeoning
before I discuss anything from Squids to Econometrics with my room mates..
wash my face with an orange washcloth and
drift off to sleep.