Poetry

Tonight, The N Train

should i have raised my hand
when the man on the train searched for sinners
to save like shells on a beach
shoved in deep pockets
to recover as souvenirs when he can’t remember
how to save himself

never mind the ocean
or how it can be blue
yet gray
we prefer to think in simple terms

jesus, yes
but even the bible ends

even he walked past
when my lungs dragged air
like a tidal pull
and i wanted to know love
everlasting

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