trains and ambulances make me cry

I ask the girl waxing my legs whether her particularly violent ripping motions come from thoughts of someone she doesn’t like? She supposed not. But, after a pause, once mentioned, her sadism increased noticebly. I walk free then look back down from Grafton’s Hill a train passes so few passengers inside and I choke up today was the first day an ambulance fought its way through rush hour traffic and I didn’t cry