A Story that Could Be True

A robbery on the train.
Too many knives in all the drawers.

Wanting to know if your mother died
but our closeness precludes my asking.

Did you look for me?

The whole world around me
and every face a stranger.

Oh Ammons, you said it best:
I traipse my dull self down the aisles of

desire and settle for nothing, nothing wanted,
nothing spent, nothing got.

New York, you took no bite, left no feeling.