people i meet in the train

my legs remind me of toothpicks
that crumble with every stumble
and break the flesh above.

but you’re in a public place,

keep reading,

so in the midst of rain and haze
i gazed
jerking back and forth
to the motions set in stone.

keep your eyes up,
you’re gonna fall.

will do.

but he wanted to,
a shudder of pain –
at least his hands could feel again.

make sure you’re holding on,
the train ride’s rough.

ok, alright.

the tracks have been set,
pavement laid,
body in the grave –


do you know the way?

did we ever?
still no.

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