Carl Boon lives in Istanbul, where he directs the English prep program and teaches courses in literature at Yeni Yuzyil University. Recent or forthcoming poems appear in The Adirondack Review, The Tulane Review, and Posit.
A Not Uncommon Story
There was this young couple on the bus.
She was pretty enough; he wore a thin beard
and a thin leather jacket like they all do
nowadays. They were close enough to kiss,
but did not. He was intent on her, on her
cat-black painted eyes. I saw his sneakers
touch hers, and his hands sneaking, too.
Her hands fondled quietly the sleeve
of his jacket, but I knew she was elsewhere,
mostly. I knew it from those eyes of hers
that wandered, that couldn't settle.
That wondered how old I was, and how
one could wear such a lovely corduroy jacket,
and read poems, and not care about her.