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Show 200 After clearing the track the anger in my wrists would dry up and I walked around lighter. Every night I had the chance to get drank in the warm air and stand inside, on top of, underneath, beside, toward, nearby trains. Sometimes axle grease covered my hands and parts of my face. My mom said, "You can see what's coming. You need to decide if you want to move towards it." She didn't mean the trains, but I was tired and that's how it sounded. I didn't walk toward it. At the end of the summer I went back and finished graduate school. Maybe something was happening since I was given this job for which I wasn't qualified. I was tired, but there were still warm breezes and gradations of light. Beautiful trains that moved fast and screamed in the night. |
