Friday 2nd of August ’24

I stick and unstick in the tube,
hot, sweaty bodies merging into one,
following the rhythm of the tracks
as we sway through our locomotion.

I don’t know you,
I probably never will.
For the 15 minutes we spend
trapped in-between aluminum and stainless steel,
I’m entering corners of you
nobody else will.

An intimate affair in the center of chaos,
a sticky, sweaty, stinky affair
in the midst of madness.

It’s the 6:30 train in the middle of summer,
and it’s two strangers,
with sticky summer skin.