Smooth Asian
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
I wedge myself into a shitbrown armchair
in my office lobby, yet again. I brought some book with me.
A few minutes after I sit a young Asian girl takes
the loveseat to my left, crosses her smooth legs and occupies herself
with her smartphone for a few minutes. Right now
I can’t focus on what Mr. Huxley is saying.
There are too many barriers. What would I say to her.
We’re from two different worlds. It never works out.
And I have worked so hard to become invisible, through
years of office drudgery, that I have succeeded beyond my
wildest dreams.
