“L TRAIN”

Oh, L- 
You are both the bane of my existence
and my worst nightmare.
You are so very inconsistent
yet self-aware
in your shortcomings. 

(“We apologize for the inconvenience.”
“There is another train directly behind this one.”
“We are running express to union square.”)

Dear L- 
I love you
but never during rush hour
(or on weekends)
(or late nights).

***

“ROOFTOPS”

you said- I want to smoke a cigarette
like it was something terribly romantic
and I followed you up the fire escape ladder.

the wind ruffled your hair so it looked like
birds swarmed your head, it was something
marilyn monroe-esque. I couldn’t believe
you and your words. you and the rooftops.

there are places where the view is more beautiful-
I no longer miss you in dreams. I sleepwalk to Paris.

***

“DARK”

there are places darker than the night.
have you ever looked a long while into a smart mind?
have you ever seen blue eyes turn inky black?
have you ever felt a mouth become a cave in a kiss?

we are all dark because we have known light.

***

“MOIST”

the ground under your boots two octobers ago
beach towels on the subway in august
everyone’s down jackets when it’s sleeting
dish towels on wine glasses and coffee mugs
pensive upper lips in late may
smiles in tears
morning dew