You were a tall, immaculately dressed femme on the Manhattan bound L on a Friday night. Your eyebrows caught my eye, and your white and black knitted long skirt brushed up against my leg. I must have hopped on around Bedford or 1st Ave, because I felt my heart jump up to my throat once the train left Brooklyn. For the first time in a long time, I felt compelled to say something, anything. But I was half worried about missing my stop. So I got up at 14th and Union, then realized I had gotten off two stops too early!
Hoping I see you again, so I can catch a dub while catching the L.
Best,
Blacc Masq
