- Winter Commute
Dear friend, asleep upright in a seatwhen I boarded the train goat-stepping overyour legs outstretched why didn't I wake youbut instead watched you sleep, watched overyou two seats away but, no, merelywatched, still life, faceno longer fresh but a peachsweet even as skin loosens fromflesh flesh from pit those littlewrinkles you can make with a thumb-presskissing the outer orbit of your eyesthe longer lines charteddown crescent cheeks your jaw relaxedlips parted neat compact woman'sbody buttoned up in business darksfoggy gray starched contrastsat neckline & cuff what reprieve hereshuttling underground before the courtedclient you must meet is met you're floatingsomewhere where the car's cold rayscan't reach, absorbed in other versions, in-version of a life as when we watchchildren sleep so far from uswe don't dare wake them in the uncontrollableuncontrolled are you back there nowin your own deep new episode withoutpillow or comforter or parent standing overyou at night but for a few minutes at peacewith stolen rest hurtling motionlessforgive me for not sitting down beside youplacing a hand softly on your tailoredarm to call you back when all I could haveoffered: weak pleasantries phatic dischargingof routines impositions variegated surfacesof elected obligations what does oneowe another in commonwhat comfort what welcome releaserehearsed in the dark, dark cladfriend, foe, Proserpina or Plutoshape-shifting roles all playhaphazardly in false fundamentdecked out in eye-open fineryembroidered so elaborately it's rippedright off our backs. That afternoonwhen my stop came I left you suspendedin your frail respite and haven't seen you since.
(From The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish by Joshua Weiner. Copyright © 2013 by The University of Chicago. All rights reserved.)