Man across from me on the subway was reading Miracle of the Rose. I pulled my copy of Genet out of my bag beaming. A person stood by the doors drunken and swaying with a modelo in a paper bag and two short stemmed pink roses in little glass vases between their fingers. I watched the drunk with amusement. They dropped one of the flowers on the floor by the man’s feet before stumbling out of the train.
— Jun 15, 2025 10:32PM
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