Private Lives IV
the elevated train, Chicago, Illinois
you can hear the gears
speeding up
slowing down
I have seen into other’s lives
a woman with two children
one sitting in a stroller
one standing
get on the train
she pulls the scarf
from around her neck
the gloves off
she reaches into her bag
finds a square of folded tin foil
carefully opens
pulls out a tissue
folds the tin foil
puts it away
wipes the children’s noses
the standing child sees writing
on the back of her Batman doll
“What does it say?” “Made in China.”
“Is that his name?”
this was the window
I was looking through