on revision on 2026-04-09
that's kinda the og poem with line breaks removed. The whole poem is about a trip that I took to NYC with my dearest best friend margot. The poem follows two separate lines, different vibes. Maybe this is a relfections on waiting?? idk. basicallyt the first line I was shocked by the length of the thing but also the speed with shich people moved through. They had all done this before, the consturction workers and the employees of bagel place. Little interaction was given, things were terse, you were dehumanized in a way, just a sheet of paper. That's a little extreme but my order number was all there was to id me. The bagel was cheap The second line was one that we never got to the front of. Waiting and waiting. We were in the East Village waiting to get into a bar called marie's crisis. It is a bar where broadway actors or something come and sing when they get off work. We waited in line for prob around 45 minutes. In front was the group of women probably in late twenties, one went across the street and bought a tall coors banquet. Next to us on the right side was the vape shop people drifted in and out of. In front allllll the way at the front of the line was Marie's crisis, not sure why the bar was called that—true crisis was waiting. We watched the door swing open and shut many many times. We measured how far we got by how far we were from a grate on the sidewalk. A group of girls came up to us and asked how long we had been there and is there a cover and we said we weren't exactly sure; it was late and we didn't have the energy for all of this. the girl behind me bumped into my back one too many times and we left. The speaking part was probably about how people were so terse in the bagel shop and margot and I weren't even talking in front of the bar waiting. I'm not sure why, perhaps we were just too tired, but there seemed to be an unspoken understanding, or maybe misunderstanding. I maybe wasn't all that excited to go to this bar but she was. But maybe this poem is more about waiting.
