Poem: While Riding the Subway on a Cold Cloudy Winter Day, a Day When I Wasn’t Feeling Especially Well (a Little Nauseous, the Beginning of a Headache) and Really Wishing Someone Would Get Up So I Could Sit Down; a Very Pretty Girl, Perhaps the Prettiest Girl I’d Seen All Day Or Maybe Even All Month, Got on the Train and Slid Into the Seat I Was About to Take.


Crowded CTA Subway Train

She smiled at me
as if she knew
and I felt better