SUBWAY SMUT II She's careful to keep her face a city face, Calm, like she spreads her legs every day for the train (she does). A solid stance. She could ride for hours not holding on, her balance a rhythm. Submit. Fight. Feeling how much the earth wants her, pressing her feet to the train, the train under the ground, rocking forward, back. The weight pressing hard on heels, then toes. To move a foot is to admit love or lose a point. Same thing. Train, I can take you. The surging underneath her. The best thing about getting off is that she can smile: people take the easy out, assume she's meeting a friend.