wednesday.

birds.

a tall and skinny old lady shoves her way onto the train and talks trash to the young people she thinks should still be in school.  it's 4pm.  they laugh at her.  she pulls on the hood of her long winter coat and keeps talking.  she's wearing a bears hat.  our eyes meet and i look down. i'm holding a sculpture made of paper.  it looks like a turkey.  it's small.  i feel a little tap on my shoulder, i'm sitting, and look up.