SILVER PAPER SUIT TRAIN:

 

“Cats go to Heaven” mutters the woman on the train beneath 

a man’s voice talking loud into his hand. 

He laughs to an invisible woman concealed between his fingers, 

“I got up at 4:00 to get everything done!” he boasts in a 

suit of silver paper, chatting her up, hair cut sharp, phone 

protected in a little leather case with a little leather flap. 

He’s impressive with his devotion to the job. 

In the noise beneath him, the mumbling woman drones, addressing 

sweet smelling day trip women, wide-eyed and smiling into the sun, 

“He’s not aggressive, he’s never been aggressive. He loves 

water, he used to love the river at the bottom of the garden, 

sit with his paws in it. Somedays we’d find him lay in 

the shower, he’d always been a little odd, but never aggressive.”

 

(K)