STOP
I stop at every stop street and look around for the cars that race by as if they were running away from time.
I stop at every door so people can go past me, some thank me and carry on, with their business suits and scarves that hang down their knecks as if it were pulling them six feet under, towards death. ...
I stop at every door so people can go past me, some thank me and carry on, with their business suits and scarves that hang down their knecks as if it were pulling them six feet under, towards death. ...