is always a concern
when
riding the New York City
subway
that someone might
push you onto
the track
in front of a rolling train.
your head
is on swivel
as you look from side to side
at the mentally
ill and miscreants
that are traveling
with you.
some singing, some reciting
the alphabet.
you stand safely back
while
your hand grips
the pepper spray
in your pocket while
the other hand
scratches your ankle beneath
your sock where
you've hidden your wallet
and your cash.
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