1 train, 116th street to 14th Street, December 2nd, 2019
Jen is a theater director working on an MFA. I saw her chatting on the platform and sensed she had a poem. There was no negotiation. She said, “Sure!”

To all mirrors
I have passed
a part of soul
 an inch of flesh

Each country finds
with or without history

Are you an only child too?

reflections revolutions
runny nose and remind.
I thought I saw you
cross the street.

Read a poem by Sari M.

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