dreaming on the six train
today i sat on the train
and dreamt i was alone
teetering on the edge
of my partitioned seat
i looked out at the barely existing
darkness
its border laced
with oncoming lights
the powdery air that cracks
into pieces
(breathing)
all the people machines
on the train:
leaning against the door
grabbing bars
reading
looking out
hands carefully spreading out
the newspaper page as if
in prayer (these daytime rituals)-
outlined
the ghost-like mist
of their figures and expressions
tinged with unearthly
quiet in a tunnel and we're
heading there
cannot breathe this stale air
without
turning the latch
on the window
that lets me know
i am dreaming
we're heading there
hopeless
for a girl
wanting to find certainties
on the flat newspaper page
in the world only finding
the gaping mouth of history,
reality
so inadequate
so inadequate
it hurts my chest
-lena
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