TheFeatheredSleep – A woman sits on a train. Simple? Oh, there’s more to it than that.
The compartment car is mostly steel
Or some approximate
Covered with the languid stains left
Of embarkation
She
Has thick calves
A girl told her once, as they sat cross-legged deciding whether to emulate
A kissing scene from The Breakfast Club
She was no Molly, her legs had strength, once she danced from midnight to 5am in a cage
For fifty dollars and now she knows
How long she can stand, without needing to stop.
The linoleum is probably doused in chemicals
Every Thursday by a white haired man with heavy shoulders, from stooping
Her skin touched the plastic, hotly
And like a rejected lover, pulled away, only to return when
The train drew a breath and weazed into another
Convulsion of movement
Her hands
Prematurely wrinkled
From painting and the liberal use of terpentine
Back then she paid no heed, dropping cigarette ash
Hoping for fire.
A lover once…
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