There was a suicide.
The trains stop running.
People crowd the platform.
A body crushed under the wheels of a speeding train.
You are selfish.
You are sad.
You are remembered as an inconvenience.
What did you want?
There’s always one this time of year, she says adjusting her sunglasses.
And it’s always during rush hour.
Impact. Significance. That’s what you wanted.
And I’m sorry this is how you had to get it.
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NPM 18: Reassurance
Tell me why you like me.
Because I do.
Tell me. Tell me, please?
Tell me why you like me when I don’t even like myself?
Kiss my forehead, stroke my hair, tell me why you still put up with me.
Because you said you wanted that purse in beagle.
Because two years ago you sent me a picture of a little girl wearing a dog shaped purse and you said she looked so happy. And you asked me if you got that purse if you’d be happy.
I said yes.
And you said, I want it in beagle.
And the thought of you running around in your heels and flowy dresses wearing a dog purse to make you happy made me smile for days.
That’s why I like you.
Because you’re weird and you’re funny and you’re cute.
NPM 16: Love Poem 4
Come sit with me.
Just a moment.
Sit with me.
Quietly.
Just your body next to mine.
The warmth of your presence enough to soothe me.
I don’t want to talk about it.
What is there to talk about?
How do I explain that I don’t know. what’s wrong?
How do I tell you I don’t know why I’m crying?
Just sit with me and in the silence help me find peace.
NPM 14: Object
Your lips on my neck.
Your hand in my hair.
Tell me you love me.
Your hand moving from waist, to hips, to ass.
So close. Pull me closer.
Whispers in my ear.
A short intake of breath.
Say that you love me.
Mine, is all you growl.
Yours to possess.
I sigh.
Lips travel and so do my thoughts.
NPM 13: Neighborly Love
“Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt.”Exodus 22:21
“Oh, you’re one of them.”
I cringe. I wish she could feel me, hear me, cringe over the phone.
“I got a couple next door. Illegals.”
“Oh.”
“They got a daughter.”
I don’t know where this is going.
“She turned out to be a real whore.”
“Well, thank God I’m not.”
Silence.
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