i fell in love with a girl
on the midnight train
last night, (and i like to think
it might have been you
reflected in the window
outside my universe- you
were crying, your cheeks
glitter-pasted and lips rubbed
raw), and it could've been you,
until i realized i was just staring at
my self.


the subway is a porno -interpol, nyc

it's september 22nd and i'm still trying to write down these words, thinking they might actually mean something to somebody...