in the slant
of evening sun
burning through your bedroom window
look for me
in the pictures of nude men
with their latin legs akimbo
look for me
see my fingers
circled by the diamond rings
protruding from the sleeves
of laughing mafioso at the bar
and my feet now teetering
on the edge of platforms
in the sneakers of homeboys
waiting for subway cars
and reflected in the sweat
rolling down a workman's neck
look for me
look for me
in the way the snowfall sifts
into nearly human drifts
look for me
in the bitter bray
of customers demanding cheated change
look for me
feel me gripping
in the way your clothing clings to you
right after rain has caught you
running coatless in the street
feel me breathing in the whispering
of pa**ing subways
fluttering your leghair
as it rushes from the grate
and in the way you'll never look for me
not listen
and not wait
you'll look for me
look for me
you will look for me
and you