ROME

I saw you come in. I stood

By to let you and the old lady

Take your seats. The train

Lurched forward.

I balanced against the chrome

Pole by my fingertips

Trying to look elegant.

 

I slipped in to take my place

Next to her, across

From you. Your black shoes

Black nylons New York Times

Knees jutting out from a Herring-

Bone skirt like beacons.

I looked and Rome burned

 

In a day between your thighs.

ROME

I saw you come in. I stood

By to let you and the old lady

Take your seats. The train

Lurched forward.

I balanced against the chrome

Pole by my fingertips

Trying to look elegant.

 

I slipped in to take my place

Next to her, across

From you. Your black shoes

Black nylons New York Times

Knees jutting out from a Herring-

Bone skirt like beacons.

I looked and Rome burned

 

In a day between your thighs.