By Megan Farrimond (she/her)
This connection only existed in the early hours,
Our secret world, my mind tries
Too hard to connect with on my break at work
A higher state of consciousness
And she notices the seat in front
It’s reserved; Glasgow Central to Wigan North Western
Their usual route
He must be in the drinks carriage
Trying to keep upright because they’re in a tunnel
And he’s balancing the tea
But then she’s walking with you
He never seems to let her help out
But he was always too nice
He’d picked up a paper too and gotten too cocky
Balancing it all and trying not to draw any attention
He didn’t have a ticket and she notices her reflection smile
And then she’s back in her seat watching him struggle
I jump up and turn the handle –
Locked.
I hit my head against the coffee machine
Watch it run dry
I check my watch and the handcuffs tighten –
The 9 to 5.
