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[xmomerathx]

i couldn't help but stick my head out the window
to feel the wind from the freight train as it flew past my car

i think a little piece of me jumped into through that open box car door...
and is now headed south to god knows where.

part is souring like a squishy rotting tomato.
the rest is level like a packed tablespoon of brown sugar.

Comments

[leitourgia]

I like this poem.