reassuring taps of gentle footsteps upon marble lightly echo through the clean air and fluorescent lights
a step past one door, warmth encompasses me comfortable space, people in this town are few and far between
stop a moment, think before another door. enter
to a ceiling much too low so much i have to tilt my head to avoid it there are urinals along the right-side wall Eve is standing before one, just to look a shifting glance, attention is brought to me
my angled eyes set at Eveβs level
maybe this way i can see why the fleeting phantoms stay just long enough for our eyes to meet
now here's a topical poem about distance between people