all staring at the same - and yet
purple scrawlings crisscross
todancing as the train speeds
bluegreenorange wires blend and blue
but itis we who are moving (slithering)
and it is we who do not change

aman, tall and dark (not mysterious)
folds into a chair across from a girl
tiny, and encased in drugstore jewelry
their knees kiss, denim and freckle
she dives into her book, all but eating the page
he looks away, sniffsthe old air

across are two girls (even smaller)
wearing stockings withglorious holes
cheeks full, as if stuffed with gumballs
the blonde gnawson a curl, blue eyes
swings her left shoe (the lace is untied)

a womansleeps, mouth so wide, tongue
so red (one expects bubbles)
little boyfiddles with an umbrella strap
(scratch and splash) as father frowns
overthe crossword, already smeared

and I watch, my face
mirrored throughcrusting glass, vague
and sliced with wire, but
undeniable and
changing