Artwork by Amber Vittoria.
I play my music really loud on the subway in case someone on board can read minds.
My imagination gets weird as I head downtown. I can’t help but invent stories for each person on the train- secret little perverted narratives based solely on how they look.
I sway and wonder about their dirtiest secrets- what sort of friction do they crave? What does their secret lover look like?
It’s a thrill knowing no matter how hard I try I wont’t ever get it right- each one of you has a story that would shock me.