It Could Have Been the T, But I Think It Was the El
You, who are only vaguely familiar, summoned not as dream but afterthought, who passes in newly pressed shame—where are you going? I thought I knew you at first. Almost as a memory fleeing through the schoolyard’s jeering hoots, the shadowy catch-as-catch-can antics left over from boyhood. Almost I was certain when, ducking under […]