i would like to ride the Queens
bound local R just once, with a man
named Emmitt, who maybe works in
marine recovery & repair, and
smells of lightening and the sea.
and i have yet to meet any one
named Margaret, or Luisa, or Wilbur.
also, the conversation regarding
relations with our brethren in
Asia, with a lady named Ji Hee Park,
as we wait in line at the self check
out, has not happened yet.
- earlier
the conductor, named James,
announced that the train from
Philadelphia to New York City
will be packed.
please remove all belongings
from the seat next to you.
the aisle filled with passengers
who glanced in my immediate direction,
and kept moving
so i arrived in New York with
the seat next to me
empty as the promises,
one named Franco might make,
while trapped in a burning house
surrounded only by flame and smoke
