odd how for maybe
twenty-seven seconds i was
part of the lives of the several people at the train
station this morning
and they were part of mine
then they left
and i left
and the train left
.
i have probably been in the same person’s life
for twenty-seven seconds
for years
without me knowing it
(without them knowing it
either)
what is twenty-seven seconds
multiplied by three hundred and
sixty-five?
too many seconds
for the two of us to still be
strangers
but we are
odd
(we are odd)
YOU ARE READING
of blind heroines and foolish heroes
Poetry“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”