Drawing my Commute

I tend to stare on subways.

I am not judging, I am drawing. Or at least I want to.

And sometimes I do.

And sometimes I write a poem.

Translation for those of you who can't read subway cursive:

September 30

There are 15 people sitting next to me on the subway

and only 3 of them are awake

all the rest are somewhere else

someone in their ear

something on their screen

3 of us are awake

1 is in yellow and dozing off occasionally

1 matches me in a jean jacket clutching her headphones

in case she changes her mind

1 is me. and I just watch

We live in a city so loud

with a commute so quiet

Interesting, no?

That we fill the space with noise

These drawings are of my subway stares

Of me being awake. watching.