I hate the hustle and bustle or District 2.
I hate the gaudy decorations.
I hate the crappy bars.
I hate the slutty girls.
I hate the loneliness.
I hate how the most meaningful relationship I have now is with my answering machine.
I hate how there are no woods.
I hate being on TV.
I hate District 2.
To emphasize my point I kick a lone beer can.
Still wallowing in self-pity I don't look were I'm going and crash into someone.
She rushes off before I can say "look where you're going" clumsy idiot.
I watch her rush off. Why do I recognise that long corn silk hair, the creamy skin, the verbena blue eyes?
It's Madge Undersee.
Why is she alive?
Why is she in District 2?
Why I am relieved?
It's later when I find the crumpled paper in my coat pocket saying –
Sorry, couldn't talk. Look up number on directory. Meet for coffee sometime? – Madge
Then I realise maybe, just maybe.
District 2 isn't so bad at all.