2/3 train, Fulton Street Station to 96th Street, March 30th, 2015
I have been shy the last couple of months. It was time to get back in the game. The woman next to me was hardest person to ask. She had a force field up. I think we were mirroring each other. I was holding the notebook awkwardly and she was fiddling with her wool hat. But she seemed interesting and I wanted to know what was on her mind. I willed myself to ask. She hesitated for a only a second, and then agreed to write.
Sitting on the subway
Lost in thought
Looking at people
Thinking about how uncomfortable it is
To be so close to people I don’t know
Until someone asks me to write a poem
And I feel instead of lonely,
part of the city.