drunk revelations on the late night 1 train
leaning against me and apologizing
i supply the negative adjectives willingly
as the tracks go under us
i make you drink water
filling your fingers with the bottle
whenever they jut out lazily
gesturing
making the pictures of your slurring words

somehow your sorry is not tainted by
the alcohol on your breath
i can blatantly insult you and you will
admit to your faults

when we stumble out into times square
(you have to pee and i will not let you
go on the tracks) i tell you to keep an eye on me
the lights are bright
running around finding a public restroom
is harder than one might
think

mcdonalds late night can i take your order
buying the cheapest thing on the menu
to use the dingy stalls

back in the train
we talk about bases
sliding and slipping around
i can hear your words are not lies
and your prying is playful it
reaffirms my security
the assertiveness of your voice
as we roll over the bridge
dictates the world
painting the pictures of your mind and
making me realize again
how wonderful it is to no longer pine
for you
to see you respect the boundary
that stands
to see that you are truly happy
for me
to have this endless chapter
close

you leave me with a promise
i'm not allowed to hold it to you because you're tipsy
you state
but you will try

after you get off
i realize you have left
your glove

blue and white
it sits
on the grey seat