you know you want this.

the day the metro system broke

the day the metro system broke

Macpherson square, a man

jumped and stopped

the metro. a train


and hit another like


we sit in the empty car and

wait, like Cinderella

as midnight pounds—

we wonder if we’ll get home.

motionlessly straddling the tracks

an hour, and the wheels creak,

painfully, rusty,

move the way old women drive cars,

the defeat you feel when you realize

honking isn’t going to do anything.

everything oscillates, old

plastic chairs peel back to the

beginning of yellowed foam.

we get home two hours later,

and we don’t know

anything about the man at

Macpherson square,

we forget when the

newspapers get folded into the

wood burning stove.


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