Tagged: commute

now and then, i am

now and then, i am
on the train, watching you read
a book i know is

so good because i’ve already
read it, filling me with envy
.
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everything that is

everything that is
magical about a train
ride is not the train

ride – i stare out the window,
penn station to penn station,

new york city to
baltimore, the moving pictures
shimmer, cast long spells
.
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for seven stops on

for seven stops on
the L-train this morning, we
read our books, sneaking

in the tiniest expressions
just for each other to translate
.
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as soon as the doors slide

as soon as the doors slide
open on the Manhattan-
bound
L-train, we pick our
seated target, step
into the car,
making a beeline
to settle in front of our
fellow commuter
who looks most like
a Lorimer
or a Bedford –
if we get lucky,
it’s a smooth,
seated ride the rest
of the way, even if
we get a little stuck
in the tunnel
.
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you can’t fight your way

you can’t fight your way
to the front of the train doors
and not budge once you’ve

stepped through – i guess everyone
has their own form of sanity
.
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i am mostly afraid

i am mostly afraid
of having to call it
harassment –
i see you coming
and pull out
headphones,
knowing still
that you won’t
stop until you
get an answer –
naming something
gives it breath,
and once again,
damned if you do
damned if you don’t
.
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the dull yellow

the dull yellow
of the platform edge
is a chemical reminder
to your body that
there is no glory
in jumping, however
your brain may
dance with the
notion, drunk or half-
asleep on your
daily commute.
spare all of us
further misery
.
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the morning after

by the time i see you

by the time i see you,
and you see me,
it’s already
way too late – we are
one another’s answer
to whether the rumbling
is the sound of the train
arriving or departing. we
slow down
about two
paces, still hopeful
to make the transfer
in some alternate
universe
.
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monday morning, we