as seen here

disclaimer: this is actually more of a "heard here" because i couldn't really bear to look.

her voice leaped harsh and bitter over all the other subway noise,
"... and maybe just fah fuckin' once ya could try not lyin' ta me." shrill, coarse -- too many marlboros and too many defeats. i glanced sideways. a tall boy, hunched, broken, his big hands on a stroller. inside was a wriggling giggling infant. the mother, tiny, a vicious girl-starling with a sharp nose and mean lips. she leaned into the baby and said, "don't get used ta seein' daddy cuz he's goin' home. i dunno know whayuh the fuck weah goin'. we can't go back to the sheltah, cuz they think you have aids."

yeah. she was talking to the baby. mercifully, i lost some of the thread as a train came and went...

"oh, and when yahr back in jail? what the fuck happens then, huh? nobody will take dah fuckin' kid cuz everybody thinks he has fuckin' aids. it's yah fault!"

both parents were teens and even so both knew life would never be more than a long chain of these moments. accusations, retaliations, hate, anger, hopelessness. tangles with the law and social services. broken teeth, bloody noses and a kid who will not do well in school.

i watched her feed her baby emotional poison. i felt sweaty and sick.

my train came and i went to work. they were still fighting. well, just she, you know?