Crowded subway this morning, I’m two seats in past the door. A group of teenage girls are standing above me. Hairspray, glossy lips, gold earrings, tight jeans. Eventually, they are pinned in place. One girl, her back to the door, is twisted around and practically sitting in the lap of a woman sitting in the first seat. The girl has no place to go and she says to her friend, “Yo, I can’t move, yo.” She laughs. “I got my ass up in this girl’s face, my nigga.”

I looked up and see a toy Minnie Mouse watch on her friends’ wrist.