your

your eyes are on the facade
of the newly erected condo
where people’re hiding
inside its obscure windows.

your body is living in
the pixelated slow motion
which was projected into my eyes
via small screen on the divider
between me and the taxi driver.

your face is still uncollected
from the faces I saw yesterday
on my way home wandering through
the corridors of Penn Station.

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