The Tracks

I had my hands
on your ass for blocks

until we crossed the tracks
and got back

to your place.
We walked the same route

and crossed the same tracks
for months.

At first, I felt like Magellan.
Then, I felt like Margaret Mead.

Then, I felt like an asshole
and laid down to wait

in the exact middle
of the tracks.

–November 10, 2018