jungle

A wink, a yawn, a dog trying to get his footing, an approving nod, blaring music to the left, the smell of coffee, the stink of armpit, the stench of second-day garlic breath masked by old-lady-perfume, an elbow to the gut ("oh you're fine"), a sweaty hand on mine (where is that purell?), a cough right to the face, an unabashed singer to the right, a blatant starer 3 people over, a whistler, another elbow to the spleen (not so fine this time), a kissy-face couple, a sleeping doctor, a giant backpack smooshed against my spine, an uncovered sneeze into the atmosphere, a size 12 sneaker on my toes (oouuch), is someone eating chinese (?), a girl taking it all in...

It's a jungle out there.

And I love it.

The metro.

Boston.