We talk the shit for a little bit,
I come to ponder aloud what I saw in my ex-girlfriend one year ago,
he blurts “Maybe it’s cuz you like Asian chicks”,
and two Chinese ladies in business suits
hide themselves and giggle behind the NY Post.
Upon noticing their literary pursuits,
I make my obligatory statement on the ridiculous,
propagandistic nature of The Post,
and we are silent for a time
until Tristan announces his interest in
the ear
of the man across us,
and he expresses enthusiasm
that it looks like he’s staring at him, but he really isn’t,
and what an enigmatic shape this ear in question takes,
and that is when I see
two passengers step off the train
and through the window,
those same two passengers step into the next car
while the Man with the Ear
remains
facial features try to ignore Tristan’s words
eyes try to avert his ear-bound gaze