I don my pale green hoodie,
blending into the seafoam crowd
Unsmiling eyes and unlaughing lips
united in a tightly held breath
Silent metal walls
curve over our pale heads
Cold, dull and smeared
with printless finger marks
White floors and white faces
waver under the ripples
of quiet breath
Tension strangling whatever
might have been left over
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
I don my pale green hoodie,
blending into the seafoam crowd
Unsmiling eyes and unlaughing lips
united in a tightly held breath
Silent metal walls
curve over our pale heads
Cold, dull and smeared
with printless finger marks
White floors and white faces
waver under the ripples
of quiet breath
Tension strangling whatever
might have been left over
