alone

it is cold outside. my fingers struggle to grasp... anything.

i rode a train to nowhere today. i got off, did nothing and got back on.

a man sat across from me. he was young, perhaps only twenty. he said something i neither heard nor cared to be repeated. he got up, and moved on down the aisle.

in his place came an older man, most likely a state worker. he looked at my stomach. he looked lower. then, when caught, he looked away.

he disembarked at the next stop.

the stop that followed i exited the train car, into the rain and chill. i walked home.