The last car of the 6 train

I saw you bouncing up the stairs of the Bleecker Street station, determined to get into the last car of the 6 train, where I was standing. I don’t remember what song was playing but I know my foot was bouncing and my fingers were drumming on the side of the pole. You apologized toContinue reading “The last car of the 6 train”

The Morning Commute

I We waited, some more patiently than others of course, for the yawning chasm to open up and swallow us again. The guy next to me, in reference to the presentation of a nearby woman, said, “it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” Maybe his imagination is not as good as mine. In fact, I’dContinue reading “The Morning Commute”

Seventy Seven Words

There are no comfortable positions in the bed they used to share.  He flips at regular intervals, both the hamburger and the spatula.  With the morning slouching toward him, he stares dimly at the spot on the wall where he knows the calendar hangs.  There is not enough light in the sky yet to seeContinue reading “Seventy Seven Words”