we smile together
across a sweating pavement
while the city waits.
On the District Line this morning was a man in a suit, cheerfully playing with himself in a full carriage. He did not, I am glad to say, have his bits exposed, but was nonetheless vigorously creating a hand shandy in his pants.
He caught me looking at him and had the nerve to frown at me.
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