The trains are always making me late.
Stoplights blink red.
Spend eternity here.

Feel the ground shake.
Make my legs tremble.
Feel tremor take my bones
railroad-hostage.

Watch the wheels roll over steel tracks.
Think my body splayed out on top.
Wheels make ****** body, bare
         all the teeth
         crush and snap.
Inside becomes chewed up and spit out.

Think yet another unconscionable death.
Another way to make the body break
         open, tear out everything leftover,
         push it through the softened skin.

Think another coward’s thought.
         Call it what it isn’t.
               Call it growing pains.
                      Call it impulse.
                             Call it coping.

Think through all this passing
train-time.