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ATL
Poems
Sep 2019
conductor, conductor
I am offset;
an old railcar piled with pages,
shunted forward a few
inches every Saturday or so.
my mouth fell off on crooked tracks,
now I speak through rust-
corrosion carries all the stories never told,
a burnt patina
imploring passengers to pore through
its contents
till their hands are herringboned with paper-cuts.
it always ends in locked jaws-
with tetanus in their blood.
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