The Commuter
Does it get you hard,
smoking in the sun?
Walking around in your
white t-shirt and blue jeans,
big black boots and gym socks?
Does it get you off,
looking like the Marlboro Man
of midtown? Don’t you want
so heavy they can smell it
coming off you? Roll
that lighter up in your sleeve,
keep walking, keep leaning
on the world as if
it can carry you, carry you
as far as your next fix
of that special pain
they save for lovers.
Birch Wiley is a transsexual poet living in New York. Their work can be found in Pleiades, Voicemail Poems, and Querencia Quarterly, among others. Their debut collection, Mythweaver, was published by new words {press}. You can learn more about them at birchwiley.com.