Private Lives II
the elevated train, Chicago, Illinois
the people you see
he was running his hands along the pages
of his large magazine
like petting his cat
slowly, gently
caressing the skin of the animal
back and forth
his eyes staring off into space
was he staring at me
I wasn’t afraid to look at him
I knew he couldn’t see me
his hands sliding over the braille
page after page
his eyes
fixed
in my direction
I think he knew I was looking