THE LIGHT RAIL AND LOVE ON A DISTANT WEDNESDAY NIGHT POETRY BY AUSTIN DAVIS
You fell asleep in my arms on the 11 o’clock train as the tipsy college girls who cried during the JT concert mingled with the drunk business guys who spit during the D-backs game.
The nervous small talk about who would be sleeping with who later that night lulled you to sleep like sad music, your curly head cradled between my chest and shoulder, cold feet balancing on my legs.
The back of the train began to grow blue as the man standing by row 18 passed around his liquor along with the sweaty twitch in his eye. A girl with melted mascara started fanning herself with a bundle of napkins
and the lights to my left flickered in its language. The cops standing guard put their badges in their pockets, the men put their hats in their bags and the women undid their ponytails.
The whole train shimmied into their synthetic smiles; all sick and frail. You sniffled, pulling yourself closer to my neck to kiss me softly in your sleep.
Without you, my life would just be the kind of dream where someone is whispering but it’s not for me to hear.