Milo Imagines The World

What begins as a slow, distant glow grows and grows into a tired train that clatters down the tracks. A cool Rush of wind quiet into a screech of steal, and when the doors slide open, Milo slips aboard the train bucks back into motion and he and his sister squeeze onto bench seats. The whiskered man beside Milo has a face of concentration. A businessman has a blank, lonely face. The wedding, dressed woman near the far door, has a face made out of light while the dog peeking out of her handbag, has no face at all just a long, lolling tongue. these monthly Sunday subway rides are never ending, and as usual, Milo is a shook up soda. Excitement stacked on top of worry on top of confusion on top of love to keep himself from bursting he studies the faces around him and makes pictures of their lives at a downtown local stop the whiskered man folds up his crossword and her is off the train. Milo imagines him trudging through brown mounds of slush. It’s a five flight climb to his cluttered apartment, where he’s greeted by meowing cats and burrowing rats.