Fierce People on the Subway- A bitter love monologue-style poem
Feeling at home cause you’re around
I wouldn’t be walkin this ground
Catching the rails and the crowds and the sounds
In my black boots, my fancy ones
You mesmerized me with your ever-dirty kitchen
And your artsy livin
And your knack for refurbishing things
And it will always be imprinted in my mind
The first time I went to the spa with your mom
The second time I saw her naked
The other time as a black and white photo by your tv
"Awesome" I remarked
A half smile and the flick of your wrist
as you held your lighter to the blunt in your face
Getting to you was like
Those dreams where you’re chasing something you can’t see
Cause it’s going to fast around the corner
Much like the goddamn Brooklyn subways
Their fierce smells and fierce people
All types of people
You weren’t around anyway
Like a search and rescue
I swear it
A goddamn scavenger hunt
All your pieces scattered in the field
And I’m dropping more than I find
Because my palms are small
And you’re heavy as hell when you’re in pieces
You weren’t ready to be put together
It’s just a thing we know we’ll endure
Like jumping off a footbridge into 40 degree cedar water
The currency of the warm air is comforting,
but what’s to come will always shock the skin
And to think I was missing trains for you
I packed my stuff and watched the game for you
But if not for you then no one else
Cause the gas and the wait and the time and chase
Is all it takes
To see your faded face
Was nothing my eyes should’ve run to