That Gatsby

it's about that time of day
when all that I do is
- smile at strangers
- pet dogs that don't look too vicious
- quit tobacco a few weeks
- have a glass of wine (from the bottle)
- think about you and how you're doing

pretend this major key
isn't as lovely as it seems
pretending like a smile worn for others
has to be fearful
feeling like sunglasses,
if I wore them,
would be round, Lennon style
or robot style

upside down crosses on fingertips
what's right for you isn't wrong for him
it's just a missed connection,
some kind of subway eye fuck

My orders for today:
Hold eyes with attractive strangers on the train. Force a smile; they won't if it's real or not.
Is it real? Well, how do you feel today?