a rectangle bright in the darkness

our eighth-floor hotel bathroom window

 

hatch marks of light which radiate haze 

across six platforms below 

 

trains slot in and out

like moving parts of a slide rule

 

might those humans

monitoring 

 

electronically produced 

information 

 

switch their gaze for a while

up to this rented height

 

take shares

in our alienation

 

bed is that vague, white shape 

other side of the doorway

 

first, wash out toothbrush

close curtains, rub everything out