It is that time in the evening
When the dark isn't dark enough.
When only half the city's got their headlights on.
$15 on supper isn't a crime
Unless I spend it on McDonald's
Which has happened more times than I'd like to admit.
Should I head home and read?
Or should I wait it out 'til about half past nine?
Should I go to the aquarium alone like I've wanted?
Standing in the middle platform
My hair is swept by the passing trains, passing people
I can no longer find the wild in me.
A kiss is exchanged in front of me.
A child is inconsolable on the stroller.
Her mother is trying so hard to make her stop.
I do not have any business here.
I've been lying to everyone
I don't need this anymore
I appreciate your concern, brush away your intrusion
But I'm alright. I'm better than alright.
I'm coveted.
YOU ARE READING
Free Rein
Poetry"The human will, in its search for freedom of expression, becomes a self-destructive impulse." -Victor Terras Second collection of my poetry.
