Sue tells me that there used to be
a railroad
a few streets down
The shopping center was just a big dirt feild
"When we were kids"
she says
"We would put our hands to the windows sometimes
You'll never know what that feels like"
I imagine her bones
As railroad tracks
No one traces the topagraphy of her body anymore
Her hands shake as
She picks up
her saucer and tea cup
I hear a train coming
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sue tells me that there used to be
a railroad
a few streets down
The shopping center was just a big dirt feild
"When we were kids"
she says
"We would put our hands to the windows sometimes
You'll never know what that feels like"
I imagine her bones
As railroad tracks
No one traces the topagraphy of her body anymore
Her hands shake as
She picks up
her saucer and tea cup
I hear a train coming
This is a new series I am starting. Let's see how it does.
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