the way above the subway

if humankind becomes obsolete

let it be known

that we tried to survive

and that attempt

ended us

*

make me

make me

into something

i’d want to

make me

make

*

i do not believe

there is anything like

subway love

for it rumbles and travels

and is contained in a morning

where far too many people exist

stained and sweaty and sick

with the weather or whether

or not they’ll make it on time

but they stay them

unmoving despite movement

held without holding

content to be up

to be up contently

and experience another day

when someone can look familiar

but not familiar enough

to say how familiar they look