Where the Hand Goes [UNDERGROUND]
Peeling scales in rosetta geometry down the rail
Slick tile bearings, cigarette stained
Haughty men (women too) locked in iron stride
Shoulder brash against shoulder
Stench one way, perfume another
Sticky bars, bicycle gears, thick air.
Incoherent murmurs
Cellular glow, monochromatic doze
Single sway, one heart beating
In the rattles of the subway train
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