of blind heroines and foolish heroes

v. ODD

odd how for maybe

twenty-seven seconds i was

part of the lives of the several people at the train

station this morning

and they were part of mine

then they left

and i left

and the train left

.

i have probably been in the same person’s life

for twenty-seven seconds

for years

without me knowing it

(without them knowing it

either)

what is twenty-seven seconds

multiplied by three hundred and

sixty-five?

too many seconds

for the two of us to still be

strangers

but we are

odd

(we are odd)