A Study of Unison

By Julia Cost

when i love unison

I like watching how faces wear the evening
the crease of skin between eye and nose drawing vaguely tighter
making everyone look a little more vulnerable, a little more animal

I like heavy rain too
That the man and woman arguing on a doorstep deal with
the wet boots and flimsy, wind-yanked umbrellas
just as much as the laughing friends running across the street.
That all four have soaked socks.

And I love the jostling of the train on the way home.
That perfect ignored unison of every head bobbing and jerking together for minutes and minutes on end.
And that me and the man standing next to me
both slam our right foot behind us at the same millisecond
to keep from falling over.

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