forgot to bring my ipod
as i walked to work
and in the silence i discovered
that my brain was capable of sadness

in order to stop myself
from collapsing quite rudely
i bought a soft pretzel
and returned the smile
of an absurdly blissful clerk

i look back at the line of furry coats
a line stretching from siberia to new york
each furry link with impatient twitches
warming the hope of an aimless pursuit