I saw a boy dancing on the train with all his friends late one night underneath London. I met him without saying a thing. From my seat and in no words he knew me better than anyone. But then his mates got off and soon he left too. He didn’t leave because he got off the train, he left because he stopped looking at me. I kept glancing back but our short lifetime of comradery was long gone. He got off for real somewhere between St. James’s Park and Victoria. I don’t know where because my eyes had left him too. His goodbye was like a kiss, mine like a heaving lung.

Jamie Kahn is a writer and vocalist for the feminist hardcore band, Fatale. She’s had poems published in the anthologies Beyond the Sea, Eber and Wein’s Best Poets of 2015, Inflection, and Creative Communication’s Fall 2015 book of poetry. Her poetry has been featured on PDXX Collective, Maudlin House, and in the Claremont Review. She has also written for Thought Catalog.

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