factuality

Sweaty intimacy

and swine flu

warnings

surround us,

we are shuddering

to a stop.



We fell in

at Kenmore,

fell out

by South Station.

Tonight, we illuminate

Copley.



The automated voice

knows everything,

so much more

than the wasteland

of multicolored letters

all screaming for Boston.



I said,

I better go home now.



You said,

I’ll call you later.