Tagged: manhattan-bound

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

riding home on the

as soon as the doors slide

as soon as the doors slide
open on the Manhattan-
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