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Summer HabitsBy Belle Byrd QuailBellMagazine.com 
You must search for poetry on the Subway or else your sweat will sink your brain come high summertime when all the bronzed skinny girls make you insane as they crimp and crush and cough and coo at colicky kids two rows away and you try and try to imagine a cool, salty breeze rolling over the bay, rustling your matted mane and quenching your thirst never mind that you have to boil the water first. Do. Not. Think. About. Boiling. You are already boiling, coiling like a worm in the sun, soiling your office clothes with dirt and stink. Perhaps one day you will become a nun and never have to worry about commutes, only God's work and what must be done. There is no Subway at the monastery. Mary, Mary, have you found the verse yet? #Imaginative #OurWorld #NoNostalgiaHere #Subway #Metro #CommuterWoes #Poem #Poetry #CreativeWriting Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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