at work, I often wonder if the people who come and sit all night, or who've been sitting since before I got there, I wonder if they consider me.
Because I certainly consider them. I speculate about their lives and who they love and who loves them and what are they listening to in order to escape from 'All Black Woman Music Night', or 'Everything I loved in 2001 Music Night'. Whatever my night happens to be.
I wonder about their underwear and if they talk to themselves as they walk down the street. I consider their parents. If they know their fathers. If they call their mother by her first name.
I wonder what song they think of when they remember their first kiss and whether they will sleep with a man or a woman when they go home. Whether they will sleep at all. Whether they will stay up all night watching reruns of Red Dwarf on DVD and kicking themselves for not going to that exhibit at the Asian Art Museum before it closed.
and I wonder if they wonder about me. About my low mumbling, half spoken and half sung. About what I do after the chairs are up and the lights are down. I wonder if they don't wonder at all.
Posted by Sonya at February 27, 2006 01:49 PM