Taping batteries into the back
of a radio,
spills his protein in the subway.
A veil of pink dust
on the men in flickering neckties.
Their faces fold before.
Creases at the mouth and the forehead.
Just get on the train and disappear.
There is breeze in the tube.
There is a little stone fountain
plugged into the wall.
snips off his eyelashes
and goes to work.