2/3 train, Clark Street to 72nd Street Station, September 19th, 2013
The person next to me on the subway elevator had a cracked iPhone screen. We talked about it. I approached her on the platform. She was very non-neurotic about writing a poem. She took her time. Calm. Wrote from Clark St. to 72nd.
How will life go now?
Be careful what you wish for.
A dream deferred.
The taste of her lips.
The curve of her back on my
fingertips,
The pressure of her hips.
Memory of sensations that
never happened
Come unbidden to my
waking mind
But never in my sleep.