in the comma

today the radio told me "a song is not the song of the world."
so i turned it off.

the thing i didn't expect about spending a lot of time alone is that you start to like it. really really like it. and then one day you're sitting there waiting for the train to arrive watching a clot of businessdrones arguing over kenneth cole vs. hugo boss and talking too loud and smelling like a power martini dinner. they're cracking these jokes that you don't understand and don't want to understand. and then you see that they look like a bunch of geese, just clattering to turn off the quiet.

today cj told me "you're in the comma."
i think she meant that i'm between phrases.

i like it here in the comma.