Brooklyn bound L train
I’m only going like, 4 stops
that’s long enough
for me to feel totally alone
in this ant hill
this bee hive
all the arbitrary noise and motion
every person on this train, is on this train alone
the art student
the sunglasses at 3 am guy
the couple holding hands
the girl telling anyone near her that she’s drunk
the blind guy singing Elton John
alone
just in close proximity
every breath
every blink
every twitch of every tiny neck hair
we all try to act as if we don’t notice someone bumping into us
someones shoe on top of ours
someone staring through the window of the next car
into the station and then onto the next
in one ear, and out the other
“I hope ya don’t mind that I put down in words, how wunderful life is while you’re in the world”
never sounded sweeter and no one heard it but me