by Emma McFarland
4:00 at 168
Preteens stand arms akimbo – huffing,
circulating sly glances, coded
extra-text-ual meaning, posing
for each other as slyphs as glyphs as fates,
staring down grown commuters, sweating,
limping off the screaming trains – young eyes
meeting old defiantly, “No, I
don’t have anywhere else to be and, oh
fuck you and your ‘useless,’
motherfucker I’m usefree.
EMMA MCFARLAND is a writer and theatre artist currently living in New York City. Along with a thesis about Sophie Treadwell's forgotten plays, a play about climate change, and a play about a hardware store, Emma writes a weekly book review on Instagram. You can follow her @fivestarbookreview.
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