Invite

The last subway boils,
its gates ajar
for infant fingers, roasting air wisps
from hidden alcoves. Gnats play ball
with light, gashing its shins
for exit;

day’s words unmixed in your blood,

the shadows have already liked you,

found you intoxicating;
take you away
from alighted doors,
fluorescence,
by your elbow,

walk you down

rain-oiled, centripetal freeways
where six sigma rubbers lapse

to where real party animals dwell.

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