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Jan 2011
In I-Tram station
you’ll reside under the Metro
shunning the screams of
the lost letters in “W.”
Listening as the
cook batters her clay
and thinks only God hit
language and delirium trudged
knot-in-chain.

A sign read:

“There are sordid songs of tonguing rails
beneath the wheels”
Drew Brinckerhoff
Written by
Drew Brinckerhoff
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