When I Think of You On The Northbound Train
Yes, it is possible to pack intentions,
note the contents of my suitcase. (My figure
has never been modern at all.) Buoyant skirt
and telltale cosmetics, teeth-peeling
grapes in public. I’m on the way,
dressed in an unsophisticated way of thinking –
already I’m deranged with confectionary,
shushed by linens you’re the third of your line to wash.
Tears coat my cheeks like icing on buns.
I twirl my ankles as though everyone’s watching.
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