Catching of happiness →
We rode along like that. Man, Superman, and me. There were a lot of other people. Everyone staring straight ahead. And when the train stopped, the Superman’s man looked around. He asked directions just like every other New Yorker. Someone pointed the way, staring past Superman. Man and Superman were just New Yorkers after all.
Probably my most favorite thing that Liz has written, ever.
[edit: it looks like Tumblr gets confused when someone likes the comments of a reblogged poem more so than the poem itself, so go ahead and click on the bobulate link up there instead of the title of the post, ok?]