some days

i just can’t make sense of it

the working day gone

so quickly

so pointlessly

so disappointingly wrong.

when i limp home

beaten and despondent

the neat little student

sitting across from me on the tram

lifts her phone

starts to make a call

and suddenly vomits on the floor

there isn’t much I can do

but I offer her

a small packet of tissues

to wipe her hand

before stepping off the tram

and into the dark rain.