How to Read the Face of the Man Across from You on the Train

A Specimen from an Anatomy of Melancholy Sun in the train through the window, shadows cast--a woman plays with her braid, sitting. There, a face of a man asleep, across from me on this train, Manhattan-bound, to meet her after theater class, to go for a drink. I had a slice before I left. Margarita. A … Continue reading How to Read the Face of the Man Across from You on the Train