2:42 p.m.
2 train, pelham parkway station
i waited for my train under the implacable sun and i just thought of you.
the heft of remembrance suddenly weighed down upon the world. pounds upon pounds, it saddled the weak, round back of the bone dry air, buckled it ever downwards toward the hissing, steaming canvas floor of the earth. there was no relief, no whistles, no bells. only thing i could offer it was a specious, survivalist counsel, "breathe, fool, breathe."
you, breathing well, i have to admit, without me wearing you down (that's what you said) in your smoggy roped corner of manila.
