Automatic glass maw swallows every platform in pincer jaw and he is there sudden
yet stagnant smile stuck deep in his cheeks mouth hung slack a chassis rumbling
before the rev putrid eyes drooping detailed with purple vein and when the train car
empties he is upon you fingers through belt loop thumbs swiveling trails of gasoline
grease behind them like the tracks of a snail and this is how it is wheels ever whirring in
“Subway” is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published in theta wave, which you can read online.