colorado | Published in Collision Literary Magazine Fall 2009

framing  a  shot of  graffiti that  mars  ancient  iron  rails.  the  sound  of 
trains  trembling  beneath the bridge.  waiting to carry their cargo, their 
coal. glimpses of strangers’ faces through the slits in my fingers. sitting 
on a  bench  by tracks, by  trees.  dogs barking.  chains clinking against 
leashes.  the scent  of  coffee, loss  of  calm. later, the smell of sagebrush 
and sweat. twelve-passenger van barreling down the highway. two time 
zones away, trying to remember how i’d said good-bye.

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