SUBWAY

on theBy

S h a r o n O l d

s

Illuminated by: Katelyn Holley

The boy…

And I…

FACE

FACE

eachother.

otherother

other

- - -

- -

- -

h i s

f e

e t

a r e -

- - -

- -

- H U G E

!

in

b l a c k

SNEAKERSlacedlac

ed

a complex PATTERNwith

white

- - - Intentional - -

- scars.

scars.

scars.

like a set of

We areSTUCKon

oppo

site

opposite

sidesof

the car

a couple of molecules stuck in a

of lightR o d

rapidly

moving

through darkness…

He has the casual c o l d look of

a

MUGGER

ALERT

under

Hooded lids.

He is wearing

REDlike the inside of the body

exposed…

I am wearing

DARK FUR

the whole

skin

of anAnimal

TAKEN

and USED -------------------------------------0

I look at his

raw face He

looks at my fur

coat

and I don’t know if I am in his

P O W E R

Or if he is in my power…

my

l i f e

He could take my coat so easily, my briefcase…

the way I am living off his life

eating the steak he does not eat…

as if I am taking the food from his mouth

And he is

And I amB

LACK

WHITE

and without meaning or trying to I MUST profit from his darkness…

the way he absorbs the murderous beams

of the Nations

heart

the heat of the SUN and holds it.

As

black

cotto

n

ABSORBS

There is no way to know

how easy thisW h i t e S

k i n

makes

MY

L I F E.

this life he could take so easily and break across his knee like a stick…

the way his own back is

being broken…

The Rod

of his

soulthat at b i r

t h

was dark and fluid and

rich…

As the

heart

of a seedling

ready

tothrustup

into any available light.

On the Subwa

yBy Sharon OldsIlluminated by: Katelyn

HolleyMusic: “Time Stops,” Explosions in the Sky