Waterfront Metro Station
through the speakersthe conductor’s voice scratcheda stop away from mine
we stood stillwaitingfor an explanationabout the hold up
late for dinnercraving sweatpants and wine
i shook my headat a fellow passengersharing our impatience.
a manhas jumpedthe tracksat waterfront.my stop.
and i can see himhow he decidedjumping
was the best way.figured the quaking earthwould understand
how his bones felt,
how they can rattle in the hollow.he believed
the only forgiving dresswas sewn of smoke.
and what hands scraped
him off the rails?did he have anyone to receive him:a box full of skull
shardsand scrap of a yellow shirt?were we all taking him in that night?
the woman i shared a moment with before
huffed through her teethchecked her watch again
leaned towards mewhisperingif you’re going to jumpat least be considerate
enough not to do it during rush houram i right?
noddingi politely half-smiledand screeching train brakes sounded like music.