Halloween Night on Skytrain
On the platform,a jocular man sniggers—his hectic grin and walnut eyes.I inch away to join a safer group—Draculas stomping in the cold.
Seated inside, I dissolve into Rilke’s Book of Hours,alternative inheritance, the wall between us so thin.
Just then, four voluptuous goddesses erupt through the door,Bared thighs resisting Germ-laden seats.
The most gorgeous, in sequined stilettosand a […]
