a kid
is crying. he won't stop
crying.
his mother
has her ear phones on
tapping her foot
and mouthing the words
to a song that only
she can
hear.
the kid has his gooey
fingers on the window.
drawing patterns on
the glass with his face
in abstract smears.
he looks back with a demonic
smile,
then throws
a pickle at me from
the hamburger
he has in his hand.
he's
red faced, tear stained.
his blue
eyes dark as the devil's.
it's going to be a long
long ride
into the city.
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