before the last station, where all passengers
are kindly requested to exit the train, will you
have checked your phone every 42 seconds,
will you have scrolled your thumb to a shine?
will you have sat next to a nurse and
looked at people around you:
their shoes, their buttons – or worse?
will you have mistaken your own reflection
for luggage left by somebody else?
will you have thought of ordering sushi
and talked yourself out of pretense?
will you have played with your zipper,
your wedding ring,
or the frayed cuff of your sleeve?
will you have listened to half a drum solo
or abandoned half a belief?