by Nina Spezzaferro
I met a guy at a bar. Descending the stairs into the subway, I daydreamed that we went on a date. When the train arrived, we were monogamous. In transit, we got engaged and then married. On my way out of the subway, I gave birth to four children, fathered by an ungrateful and selfish man. "I gave up my whole life for you!" I shouted as I turned the key in the lock to enter the apartment that I lived in, alone, with my pessimistic self.
Nina Spezzaferro, a writer and editor, lives with her pessimistic self in New York City.