shard of soul in my stomach tonight. someone on the train somewhere is thinking, I have never been kissed like that before. again I am on the train with a shard of soul in my stomach. this time exhausted at 10:30 pm, stoned and so sleepy sitting in an isosceles triangle pinpointed by two cuddling couples. this is it: the thing i left just now. and here I am alone on the Q with its fluorescent or could-be-moon light shining down on me marking me between them all. will something happen? got my head, heavy as it is, in my hands