I rode the New York subway train daily
from 6th grade through college.
I have a jumble of memories:
how people shoved, squeezed in like sardines,
men, innocently or not, standing
so close to me, I felt something like shame,
no eye contact, my books so heavy,
someone offering me a seat,
a young girl literally providing her shoulder
for my head when I felt sick,
people helping me during a blackout,
a lady admiring my impeccable white Catholic School blouse.
The more than occasional smell of urine.
If I had time, I would tell you more about my train rides,
all those people and happenings I experienced.
Then you'd know who I've become,
based on which stories I emphasize.
(For Dverse Poets where we're asked to write about trains.)