Awkward in the corner of a waiting room, right next to the old magazines
Uneasy, like a fish pulled up against the light
Black day, curiously attractive white light
Just as comfortable as watching well-oiled axis of rail cars ride by above
Maybe there is something outside the window, maybe not
Not
Ask the lady again for no particular reason
Hurting like a bitch and wearing a shit excuse for clothes
These stains are definitely staying
Suddenly a voice:
"Snap out of it
No blood, can't hurt
Go home"