My soul trembles attempting

to wriggle from my body.

Do you see me vibrate?

I’m afraid if my soul

breaks free, I’ll die.

Of course, I won’t die but

wickedly prowl this subway.

My soul trembles like a voyeur

peeking outside my cold body.

Do you see me vibrate?

I’m afraid if my soul emerges

to pump flight into its wet

black wings, I’ll swallow

subterranean light

below the Hudson!

God, do you see me vibrate?