A ride on the 1 train
to “No Friends” operetta,
1 day after a ride on the A train
filled with naked imaginary men…
on the way home from the village
where extraordinary naked men used to die.
This writing calms me after distressing Anna voicemail;
a horrible miscommunication which I must correct.
Breathe. 18 stops to relax. I can message her when I arrive.
Now, begin again. Tell me about the men.
There were several fully clothed
but naked men
on the subway yesterday.
A sturdy father,
a seemingly kindly grandpa man
and a 20 something –
all of them with beautiful, dark skin.
As a game
to escape the crowded
heated madness,
I undressed them all.
I sized them up
and I devoured them,
before spitting them all out
when studly sturdy father man
vividly became a father again.
Though just after that happened
he winked at me,
subtly rubbed his crotch
and sent me another sidelong glance;
an invitation to continue.
Except that more than 24 hours later,
17 stops have flown by
and I must away to my partner and friends,
leaving my imaginary men behind
as I immerse myself
in the imaginations of others.
Written by Jason Wright
June 13, 2018
