She walks along the edges of a metro platform
as the train pulls in. I consider pushing her—
She will love the way he moans, his hands
learning her. And because I understand this
I don’t push her.
Somewhere in the back
of my mind an image, someone pushing Einstein
to his death, had stopped me, before I wondered
a pair of buttocks such as these must feel like.
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