Caravaggio on the Yellow Line Train
The young Moor is all in black except for his shirt, a subdued indigo. Wide chiseled nose, thick lips and intelligent gaze, the effect of the head spectacular and raw as the later Michelangelo. I see my anger in his eyes, my self-assurance in his hands, large and tan, long-fingered, capable, resting on his thighs, the legs thin as mine were at his age. I would tell him I must paint you, offer him my card, but I hesitate. What if he won’t believe it’s beauty alone I’m after? I steal looks, take mental notes, glance at the book I stopped reading when he stepped into the car. And now it’s his stop, and he’s merging with the crowd exiting at Pentagon City. I stay put like a dog told to sit by his master. The train starts up with a jerk. I barely notice the dark of the underground. I am so happy.
ELISABETH MURAWSKI is the author of Heiress, Zorba’s Daughter, which won the May Swenson Poetry Award, Moon and Mercury, and three chapbooks. Still Life with Timex won the Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize and was published this year by Texas Review Press. A native of Chicago, she currently lives in Alexandria, VA.
Cover image by GJ Gillespie.
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