writings...
Setting: beneath a non-descript city
[Graffiti chairs
orange juice floors]
Protagonists: One man, one woman - side by side
[He leans back, comfortable,
she, perched on the edge of her seat, waits for her
stop.]
Props: one newspaper in his hand, folded, ignored.
The jutting bone of his knee bumps
into her thigh
he looks, apologises
and looks away
and, right there, seated next to her,
in his head, he's writing
a letter for the personals:
"Sat next to you on the L-train,
said one word - 'Sorry.'
Could smell the day in your red hair.
You look like the kind of woman
i could have good
conversations
with."
[Graffiti chairs
orange juice floors]
Protagonists: One man, one woman - side by side
[He leans back, comfortable,
she, perched on the edge of her seat, waits for her
stop.]
Props: one newspaper in his hand, folded, ignored.
The jutting bone of his knee bumps
into her thigh
he looks, apologises
and looks away
and, right there, seated next to her,
in his head, he's writing
a letter for the personals:
"Sat next to you on the L-train,
said one word - 'Sorry.'
Could smell the day in your red hair.
You look like the kind of woman
i could have good
conversations
with."