The Universe Begins and Ends Near Borough Hall

crowd-pressed face to face against the center pole near the doors it’s awkward NOT to make eye contact but that’s the maxim — and then it happens and it fixes fast and open, his chest pressed through a thin sweater against my steadying hand between the knuckles, against which hand his young heart beats a strong rhythm amid fleeting warmth long after eyes are withdrawn leaving a vacuum that pulls my gaze spinning after

and when it happened it had always been, and when it ended it had never happened

— somewhere near Borough Hall station