A man on the train
I’m opposite him
A sagfaced man
who must once have been fat
A man perhaps forty
with thinning dark hair
a rough laugh
and a phone to his ear
A man in black sunglasses
on this grey day
A man whose open shirt lapels
frame a small show
of dark body hair
on wan skin
A man who has known violence
I see that somehow in the way he sits
A man wearing terrible broken sneakers
with a well-pressed suit
I don’t ask myself why
First published in Tamba