New York City girl, riding the subway
underneath the gritty world.
The smells make me feel like
I'm one of the rats I try to avoid.
The sounds---a cacophony of languages,
dialects, cursing and laughter.
How to escape the mayhem?
Reaching in my satchel, I pull out my passport
to the world of Christian Grey!
I delve into the bondage, confession and love---
envying the joy of Christian and Ana.
Minutes pass and I barely hear
the mechanical sound of the voice
announcing the name of stations.
Deeper into the their universe I wander---
Voyeuristically, I watch their lives intertwine;
The start and stop of the subway car
like the pushing and pulling of my emotions
as I journey through the story;
Fifty Shades of Grey;
Fifty Shades Darker;
Finally I pause for air, taking a breath
I look up---
I've gone miles past my stop
from Queens to Brooklyn!
Yet I don't mind;
Christian and Ana are still with me.
I open Fifty Shades Freed
and get lost again
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