You crossed out three lines in succession,
Poised ankles crossed on the edge of the Metro gap,
Didn't notice the station, didn't notice
the train as you got on, sat down, still writing,
drawing out thoughts through a
pen in pursed lips.
I stayed on two extra stations
Just to hear your name
Even if I can't understand your стихи
To know someone else is writing on the metro
with me
Makes me feel
A little less crazy.
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