My sunday afternoon
to euston from crewe
was miraculously saved
by the person in front—
estranged from her boy
she lay the seat 18 before
&—humming in the sun
that potholed across
passengers—this
smell of platform coffee
; draped voluptuous
over two seats she
raised her hand up(
right) & hung it headrest
for me to’O interesting’
, manicured up smooth
knuckles soft down the
low frequencies of their
shape – & over my
morning paper I glanced
to glean the fact of her
dangled hand, the afternoon.
to euston from crewe
was miraculously saved
by the person in front—
estranged from her boy
she lay the seat 18 before
&—humming in the sun
that potholed across
passengers—this
smell of platform coffee
; draped voluptuous
over two seats she
raised her hand up(
right) & hung it headrest
for me to’O interesting’
, manicured up smooth
knuckles soft down the
low frequencies of their
shape – & over my
morning paper I glanced
to glean the fact of her
dangled hand, the afternoon.
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