Justice
My co-worker texts she's missed her train
The kind of co-worker who only eats fast food, and loves spicy but hates peas
and can't stand pizza anymore because she ate it every Friday night for too
many years on Long Island with her family,
who did not appreciate when she moved in with her fiance before the wedding
but got over it. Although if they knew how kinky the sex was, they would
probably at least complain about it loudly to their co-workers. I text back,
"sugar honey iced tea" which is something she says a lot and I picture her, at
ass o'clock in the morning at a commuter train station in Long Island watching
the back of her train as it leaves her behind and then she sees my text and she
smiles anyway and I wonder, what have we been worshiping this whole time?