I saw my brother at the Lorimer stop
As we approached the platform,
my face held with a cupped hand against the glass,
looking for graffiti and
half for the people that BJ talks of
who live underground,
eating rats
sending messengers
making babies
living with large eyes
underneath the city ground.

As the train rushed against the station I saw him walking
wondered what the chances were
thought about if he'd see me or not.
He was headed towards Manhattan and I don't know
where he was going or why but I
placed two open palms against the glass window
patting it in opposite times
told myself he'd look up and see me riding by
and eventually he did
and we both smiled
I laughed a bit out loud and though I had my headphones in
still made noise.

I waved and laughed again
as the train rode by him
onward towards Bushwick and Jefferson Street,
I saw the men on the train look at me
wonder why I'm laughing
or so happy to see someone on the platform edge.

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