I was on the subway and watched a woman scream and hit her kids for several stops.
It was insanely uncomfortable.
Tortuous 7/19
Her hands are chalky
You notice the knuckles – swirling knots
blights on oak branches
She’s leaning and the kids are fighting
You notice the knuckles cause they rise – an arc
over the metal grate of subway
And they land on the back of the closest kids head
The crack is louder than spark firing on the third rail
than the un-oiled wear
The pause – while the kid isn’t breathing
while the whole train is watching
See we’re waiting for the screaming to start
For the tears to well up
Anything
The kid breathes in for everyone – the
biggest inhale ever
And cracks tender twig-knuckles across
his mother’s face
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