Is there anything beautiful
about subway train poles? Back and forth
we grip. I wear gloves in the summer, I am sick. You
wear gloves in the winter, too, but you are just cold. We are moving and we can't go back.
Tell me what you think about miracles.
Has one ever happened to you,
or someone
you know?
Instead, you stand clear of the closing doors, your gloved hands a gentle woolen
barrier. Welcome to: Feedback.
All we ever do is talk about 4 things over and over again.
When you see something, say something. That is enough.
