xoxo

I'm not saying but whenever trains pass each other
    shoulder to shoulder
I press my face to the dirty glass without touching
    and think how pretty
The lights are so pretty to be lights whooshing by
    and the next immediate
Thought is what would it be to be in front of instead
    of next to I wonder idly
Trying to keep from getting headrush and wonky eyes
    I soft focus soft focus
On the train speeding through me and on the thoughts
    in my mind soften
Everything with the tiny selfcare that’s somewhere
    behind the LSD mouth
Cravings and the skin carvings and the face melting and
    the smoke longing
Because I can still see I can still see I can still see
    how pretty you look in your
Bloodied dress when you’re a person under the train making
    the rest of us
Late for lives of babies and spreadsheets I kiss your
    depression clean
And my mouth waters and my face slaps my hand and
    begs me shut up