Saturday, August 24

A Better Daughter

AN ENJOYABLE NIGHT so that even when, spun, I tried to put her thick pink lips to mine, she laughed—‘Not that!’ I was still a little glad. In the train station we embraced and she stayed there for a long time, pushing her hands into the faint muscles of my back. I boarded my train and sat down on the floor outside of the toilets where I could open the windows and not have to sit near anyone else.
I had a good time in that spot. I crossed my legs, tapped along to my music. Black rectangles flashed the neck and shoulders of passing trees illumined. The ticket man came along with his chubby pink face so that we smiled at each other and I gave him a thumbs-up for no reason whatsoever.
Because I was outside of the toilet by myself I saw people coming & going to take a piss.
A mother and her daughter turned up; the mechanized door eagerly pulled itself aside to let them through; the sound of the people in the carriage tickling my ears. The daughter went first. The mother waited, looking out of the window I had drawn down to let in the air.
I continued to tap along to my music.
The daughter came out, light on her feet with the pleasure of someone who has just relieved herself. The mother went into the toilet; a lock noisily installing itself in its home. The daughter, I saw, was a beautiful young thing: an exceptional jaw, bright eyes, shiny hair and an unkemptness about her dress that was both lazy and complimentary at the same time.
She stood at the window drawn down. She squinted her pretty young bright eyes against the travelling wind so that her blueness would not dry up. A little drunk and quite alive, I gazed at her and I was smiling like a caterpillar on a leaf. Her hair whipped and shook in the gusts that through our mutual window broke. She did not mind me staring, I supposed, because she was indifferent to me, unchanging, a picture. All I could do: smile, smile, smile.
Mother emerging, tapping her daughter on the shoulder, waking her from something beautiful that she had been absent for. They went back to their seats on the drunk-train, the last one out of the capital on a Thursday night.

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