this commuter

no one needs to know the reasons for the dreamy eyes or goofy grin even if they thought to ask there wouldn't be nearly enough time to list all of them.


i've gotten into the habit of seeking out people's eyes meeting them at times offering small smiles hoping for some kind of acknowledgement i do this search across the train for people i cannot speak to meanwhile maintaining a careful wall between myself and the person next to me whoever they might be

motion, 4

on BART today, we exchanged small smiles across the narrow aisle between us then i kept my eyes down buried them in poetry, so i could not see the possibility of conversation lingering in the air, pressed lips together in half-feigned concentration for the remainder of the ride, intentionally or incidentally, i did not meet … Continue reading motion, 4