This is where

Mind the gap

Between your body and the world.

Careful, things might fall

Where the senses cannot feel—

This is where I hide,

Waiting for the smell in order to

inhale the air that you’ve

just dropped.

This is where I hide below

your ever-reaching steps,

to hear and touch and see

what is buried well inside.

Yes, this is where I hide—

and you can look for me forever

on the passing trains and platforms

while I

Am dancing on your blind spot