Are These My Hands?

The New Yorker

What stop am I getting off on? What stop did I get on? I have watched people get on and watched people get off. Some were already on the train before me. Some got on after me. I’m not exactly sure what stop I am getting off of. I am not exactly sure when. stops come around and people promptly get off. I wonder where they are going. Some chose to get off before they reach their stop. Curious they get to chose when while others wait for their stops. Which is the better choice. I suppose it depends on what’s important. The train ride or your destination. I hate this train. Some seem to find it pleasant. Others not so much. I don’t like it here. But I have met others on the train. It’s hard to say goodbye when they reach their stop. If I got on the train alone and get off the train alone does the train ride even matter? This ride is horrible. It’s bumpy and unpleasant. I am on the train. I don’t remember getting on. I want off. I’ll chose my own stop.