I ride the CTA to my concert
and see other riders.
The man, creepy, sits next to my sister.
I look at them through a glass reflection.
He’s probably a nice man.
He gets off the train and doesn’t touch her.
the first nicely dressed,
the other is dressed like a skater.
The nicely dressed one wedges his hand
between the doors as they close,
pulls them apart like a pieces of bread.
He hops in,
the skater hops in, too.
The doors close after him.
The boy taps on my window.
At first I was scared.
The boy tapping on the train,
wearing a hat and his skin is like chocolate.
Tap, tap, tap.
I lose sight.
He comes back.
I am now curious more than worried
Why is he tapping on this train?
The boy disappears again as the train pulls away.
I wonder if he’s ok?
I see this,
all while riding the CTA.