ON THE T / I’VE LOST / A FRIEND
I try a
joke but
she does
not laugh
look how the
curve
of the streets
the speed
of the train
make the
neighborhoods
we pierce appear
seething
with
asphalt snakes
I wonder
where
time
goes when
it slips
past
every day
since
the last
time we
really
talked
is a hole
I hide
in
the train
moves below
ground
I wonder
how much
weight
holds itself
above us
it’s always
frightened
me
when
the windows
go black
and the
lights bleed
burnt orange
this train car
the palace
of my
lack
when windows
can’t look
out but
reflect in
what passes
unseen
how does she
sit so
stoically
when the man
before us
turns
to call us
bitches
and resumes
mumbling
to himself
I see
it all
in the window
I see
the only
thing
I can see
which is
that
I might have
lost
a friend
meaning
I might have
lost
a piece
of life meaning
in a manner
of speaking
I’ve died
the train car
shakes
to round
a corner
we
shake we
all shake for
we’re not
alone in
this hole
and
even if
I was
more
than
I am I
wouldn’t
know
where to
begin
and that’s
my biggest
crime
but
look
if every
foot on
earth
above
us
punctured the
sky
of black
around
us
that’s all
it’d take to
shower
us
in sunlight
which
I guess
is like
saying
it only
takes one
impossible
thing to change
everything
my god
doesn’t it
make you
feel
like a
miner
in California
after finally
finding
that gold
pebble
(watch
it catch
all that
sun)
just to
lose
it to the
river rush
never
yours
to keep to
have to
hold
my god
black window
