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Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?

From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.

I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.

I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.


From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.

Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.

Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.


In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.

I kiss the rigid out of you.

I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.

Caitlyn Siehl, Subway (via alonesomes)
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