trying to convince himself that if he was to be a better lover he wouldn�t be
so good a mathematician.
then he stays up late, trying to figure out the puzzle.
something involving trains and their speed and how long it will take to get
from x to y. how easy it is
to break a heart. how hard it is
to undressbeforeeyes .
when he arrives, he sees there is no one
waiting at the station, but there
is a sureness of the time and
a sureness of the place, its all worked
out right there in his hands, and
this, he feels,
will
have to do
for
now.