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[PaanKu]

1 train sunday morning and theres an old woman
sitting across from me, swimming in her
sundress like a stick in a circus tent.  i'm
watching the graffiti go by with its rooftops and
angry brick faces and this woman between them
eating popcorn out of her lap.  she lifts the bag

up like a baby elephant with its butt to the ceiling and
for a second i see her, a long white prune draped
in decades and helium.  her hand comes back down,
her mouth is exploding with popcorn and her eyes,
peeking out of their vague purple purses, are fixed
nervous as wet on a glacier, onto mine.

~Eric Raanan Fischman