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 […]