a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.
I'm on the Metra today The snow outside is teal or green Like the Caribbean in cartoons But here 2 ladders lean on the same tree A lover's suicide The coldest Caribbean I've ever seen The church's sign scrolls by "ght in the Lor" And we're gone The train rumbles on Bridges cover bridges New! Tower of Babel (coming soon!) A couple thinks they're subtle 3 rows up Michael Jackson marries Elvis's daughter He didn't go to the wedding There's no Jewels Osco's in Georgia But the houses here exude the same drab comfort A deer stands next to a storage locker The train rumbles on I'm smuggling beer back to the dorm Like the good college student my mom wants me to be I don't have my phone on me I've never felt more alone Or free I explain what happened to the guy who checks tickets I dropped it in the floorboard of my friend's car Right before the train arrived He believes me thank god I focus again on what's outside the window And now it's just trees Skeletal and bare The train rumbles on
2/7/2021 I actually wrote this before the others in this series but I only just found the paper I wrote this on a little bit ago