The Bridegroom

Underground, subway windows transform into mirrors. I marry the reflections of strangers beside me—Nose-ring Girl stomps off at Grand, Bearded Guy deserts me at Division for his wife. But I collect the moments between, carry them home to occupy empty corners.

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16 Replies to “The Bridegroom”

  1. Gorgeous writing, Nate. I love the details – they are the kind of things one notices when one is lonely, having nothing else to occupy the mind. Brilliant.

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