A Subway Sketch
The light blinks in his eyes and we see him remember,
as he and the young woman on the subway (the one in the sleeve-less shirt) are jostled together by the movement of the locomotive, and his forearm brushes against hers, and he leans, rather than away, into her hot skin, and he pretends not to have noticed as he rests against it for a while,
that he is lonely.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

The Nocturnes

Newton’s Cradle

Another Time

How We Know Each Other

Houdini’s Wife

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!

(Running) After Catullus (With a Knife)

So What’s My Super-Objective

Remember Once, When It Was Raining,

The Word Is “Yet”

Wait Up! I’m Hamlet, Too!

It’s Always Something

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

Arranged

Don’t Go
