Notes

On the train this morning, I stood next to someone that I got fixated on. The way the guy had his hand, I just got drawn to it and really should have taken a picture. I’m not sure if my poem does the image in my head justice.

As soon as I got to the surface, I took out my pencil and tried to carve a few notes into the back of the book I was carrying (Lucille Clifton’s "Good Woman").