Commute Poem by Kamiel Choi

Commute



I sit on an 8am commuter train and carry something through the ages
I count outbound faces, the word anodyne swerves on their lips
I shed some skin lizardly, imagining these people could notice me.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: communication,train
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