Claustrophobia

hats and coats, gloves stuffed in pockets
tiles with grout, gritty with salt from the snow
babies on shoulders
grasping scarves
a moving wall
clutching their fruited toothpicks,
How normal -- !
They mill like pixels
skimming through the slit of the zoetrope

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25
nothing could be
more exhausting

feeling like a failure
before noon

let's pretend i don't feel a thing
until all of this goes away

i seem incapable
of making the right choice anyway