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Private Lives II

the elevated train, Chicago, Illinois

the people you see

he was running his hands along the pages
of his large magazine
like petting his cat
slowly, gently
caressing the skin of the animal

back and forth

his eyes staring off into space
was he staring at me

I wasn’t afraid to look at him
I knew he couldn’t see me

his hands sliding over the braille
page after page

his eyes
fixed
in my direction

I think he knew I was looking


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