Felt her reading my Times from over my shoulder
and still I continued to stare at the front page
photo of Alexander Haig, all the way down into
the tooled alloy pinpoint of his eye. She
persisted and so I began drawing a swastika on his
forehead, over and over, ripping the page all
the way to Arts and Leisure. She tightened up.
I got off on 23rd and Americas. Felt her watch
me across the platform and into the lights.