It’s Friday night and everyone on the subway is preoccupied with their plans and whereabouts for the weekend—including me. Suddenly, a subway rider stands up, announces his name, and gives a 90-second poetry performance. Some still read their newspapers or blast Miley Cyrus through their earbuds, but the majority of the subway occupants take this slam poet’s wise words about romance to heart. Hearts are warmed by his performance—the couple sitting next to me peck each other on the cheek.
