Subway

In this standoff there is cold, hard cash 

on the plaster stove & 

I look him in the eye. A magazine falls somewhere and he’s screaming louder now, his back to me, don’t take it don’t take it so I take it and I run and now I’m in a crowd of people 

Sinking deep into the train I freeze

I look to my right, nothing.

I look to my left, you.

Somehow time doesn’t stop .. and I’m tackled in a barrage with a light shining upon me transfixed, I can’t unclench my fists! and you open your mouth wide (to laugh?)

& everything lets go of me; finally, 

I hear your voice: The doors are now closing, please step clear of the 

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Maya Connor is a young poet from Texas who plans to further pursue creative writing in her college years. She adores enjambment and Adrienne Rich. Her first publication is thanks to J Journal.