Studies have been done

on the impulse found within

children

to wave off morning trains south

bound to elsewhere
            goodbye, you were here

            for only a moment, and by noon we’ll have

            forgotten you, goodbye,
goodbye
I want to know

why this life inside of me means

something more than the life that moves

the breath throughout my body, the blood

of a father who never calls, a mother who watches

game shows full volume, waiting

to win herself another life
I watch the train window, the reflection of our careful

bodies, how in the tunnel the dark

crowds us like the warmth of an open flame, how in the light

thrown back at us you

could almost believe these fathers

mothers

lovers

are tiptoeing out onto the tracks, their hungry

lonely bodies propelled

towards whatever lives

outside the edges

of nowhere

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