Poetry

“Please Hold the Doors” by Jonathan Greenhause

The sign says Do not hold doors,   but sometimes I’m overcome by my desire to hold them,   some inexplicable love for the way   they automatically open & close, these metal & glass subway cars   devouring their temporary inhabitants without asking anything in return; sometimes   I want to kiss the floor   & bless it with every… Continue reading “Please Hold the Doors” by Jonathan Greenhause