Inconsolable

Stuck door on the train
stuck seat over the mechanical box
stuck train in the rain
sitting, stuck, waiting,
whining inside about being
stuck going to work.

Move to the next train, please,
be kicked by the 2 year old
sitting next to you, no thank you,
crying, screaming, kicking,
inconsolable.

I’ve had days like that too, kid
today’s one of them.
You’ll learn to clam up,
clamp down,
clamp tight the lips
that want nothing more
than to tell you,
you’re not the only one
who wants to go back to bed.

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4 thoughts on “Inconsolable

  1. Alesia

    I think this when my kids have meltdowns. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to have such a (sort of) socially sanctioned meltdown in public when you want to.

    I don’t miss Boston public transportation or road rage.

    Reply

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