Tangent Line 

The automated announcer says entering Oakland. Oh, ordinary, endless circle -- no space my own, shoulders touching, thigh to thigh, breath, books, bags, the propositions of drunken strangers.   I want to ride this route farther than I ever have, ride the…

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