voyeurism
I've seen near answers in the some-
where windows of warm stations
felt their pause and threshold
over unmusical plots of marrow
I've taken their white wavelengths
into my separate heart then bled
and slept with their intentions.
I've watched desperate trains
pass filled with thoughtful men and
women headed for their offices
felt their pause across the tracks.
I've cried in my car then drove very
very far. raced through the fog of a
thousand helpless moments, swerving
at imaginary telephone polls desperately
afraid of the slightest answer.
