Please Engage Imagination, then Try Again

The mornings on the train where I look around and feel that there are no interesting people to look at always make me wonder. Is it that my imagination is back in bed sleeping or is it that it’s winter and everyone is wearing boring dark colored jackets devoid of personality that obscure the person…

Pockets

He has a pocket over his left kidney. A big, spacious pocket in his coat, on his back. What sweet hell is this? I count at least seven deep, useful pockets on his green cargo pants, and his hands are fully tucked into the two front pockets of his jacket. I, wearing the same amount…