a subway sketch
The light blinks in his eyes and we see him remember,
as he and the young woman on the subway (the one in the sleeve-less shirt) are jostled together by the movement of the locomotive, and his forearm brushes against hers, and he leans, rather than away, into her hot skin, and he pretends not to have noticed as he rests himself against it for a while,
that he is lonely.
