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.