moving soon

the man in the vest mops the steps from the platform to the street. for a moment they are clean and he continues his climb to the top. but the people need to work and take the train to somewhere else and I am no exception. I spoil his work and dirty the steps on my way down. he carries on despite the steady ebb of boots and heels in both directions, mopping over every footprint as he climbs. the current continues and his job will never end. I wonder when he’ll let the boulder roll and what he had for breakfast.

in the office I am asked for my opinion on things I know nothing about. I waste the day in emails and live updates on the news, slipping in and out of each to hide from the other. the richest man in the world secures a seat at the table with the buttons for the big boy bombs. my colleague says we’re doomed and we laugh in the face of the fact that there is nothing we can do to slow the carriage on the tracks.

I run late for plans I promised to a friend I should see more of. on the platform I listen to songs I used to love to forget where I am. the breeze through the tunnel says we’ll be moving soon. the billboards tell me to mind my step and buy a new phone.