His sign said it was his birthday
and he was sitting at the bottom of the steps.
I had seen him before
and he was always kind
as I dropped a dollar into his cup.
The train hissed and sighed and rumbled into the tunnel.
Happy Birthday, I said.
and he thanked me.
It’s also Mary Shelley’s birthday
She wrote Frankenstein
and he looked at me and smiled
It’s one of my favorite movies
and I smiled and
I wished him a good day
and climbed the steps of the subway
reaching the light
after so much darkness in the tunnel
why are we so cruel to each other?