TOKYO. 28/07/2012. SHOE

I didn't see the train standing there.

I thought it had already wooshed its doors closed

while we were kissing upstairs

at the gates

under the fluorescent lights that flattered all the yellow in our skins and the blood in the shot eyes.

But it was still standing there

As I dawdled on the stair

Distracted by an A3 promise of paradise in Hawaii

and day dreaming about your mouth

1,2,3 steps faster and I could've made it.

The tin can is     alreadydrawingitsdoorsanditsbreathbefore          lurrrr  chingforward.

I should curse my takingoftimeness.

The lost extra minutes in duvets.  A lunch that could've been packed.   Laundry that won't get hung.

                                                But now I have 11 minutes to think about your teeth