poem of the week
Friday, January 17, 2014
notes from the commute
two people whisper
on the bus:
a serious whisper without
smiling or giggling, & I wonder
when was the last time
my face was so close to another
the man's lips slide past her hair
crisp consonants dissolve unheard
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