Train Hopping at the OK Corral

In a public restroom in
the Parisian Gar Du Nord
I peed next to a policeman
who was also peeing.

There were no dividers,
our piss steamed
into a collection at the ceiling
and I imagined myself

Reaching my trigger
finger to the holstered gun
his hip offered up
to my youth.

In the AM haze
I closed my fly.
He spoke to me
as I washed my hands,

but I did not
understand him
and apologized
for my blue Passport.

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