There's only room for half of me,
But I'm running late.
I squeeze in,
An older lady gives me a death glare.
I wonder why I moved to this city
A, B, C, all the way up to J, skip the H, I
S, Z, 1, 2, 3
And there's still no room for me.
Literally and figuratively.
The center of the universe,
This city seems to be made for someone that's not me.
But then,
A long run in a grandiose park.
Or,
Art, on the street and in museums.
Or,
Getting lost with good coffee in hand.
Noodles for every nationality.
Making eye contact across a subway platform.
We can be bold
Because we'll never see each other again.
Squeeze, sit, stand a little closer.
You make me feel less alone.
