At the MFL 34th St. stop, waiting for the eastbound train -
the place smells like a perm infused with pungent sweat.
If I smoked, I’d be afraid of lighting up,
lest the station explode due to all the ammonia.
The westbound train brings a much appreciated
rush of air, both arriving and departing.
I look up the tracks for signs [...]
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