Jacob Lawrence, The Migration of the Negro No. 12. The
railroad stations were at times so over-packed with people leaving that special guards had to be called
in to keep order. (1941)
Mark's Pages
April 4, 2017:
Blonde MILF, far side of the terminal, stares across the distance.
Sorry hon I don't do moms.
Guy behind me hacking up a lung.
"Honey I don't have a fever," he assures his exasperated wife.
"It's just a little tickle in the throat."
I change seats 'cos not so confident.
Flight delay.
Nonworking WiFi in the waiting area.
Texts: lovers, friends, friends I'd like to be lovers with.
The morning's not a total loss.
