The Man on the Train
by Allison Leigh
The man with the diamonds in his hair
waits for me to board the train. I board the train.
He boards the train. The man with the diamonds in his hair
is impossibly clean. I think he means business,
whatever that means. I think that means money. I don't want
to know what that means. The man with the diamonds in his hair
watches me with ease. It surprises me, inspires me
because I'm the type to go so small and tangled just looking
at somebody's feet. But he watches me gently. Slowly, calmly.
He watches me like I'm a music video for the sad song
of the week. The truth is I'm busy sitting here. And I don't care
what he wants from me. But I get to learn why he gets it.