Shiny Dolls and Friends of Trains

Hair warriors
and leather satchel donners
Sitting up straight
is a full time job
or like
Fold up your bicycles and
Fray the seams of your shoes
All hail
the boobs that bounce
while still holstered strong
Pump the soul
Proudly display your emergency preparedness
Let your boot cuts drag
We're all friends of someone
Maybe this very train
With speckled terrazzo-esque laminate
And blue vinyl cushion
Maybe just friends in metal
Screws and banisters
Molding and seams
Maybe just friends in signage
Exit, Priority Seating, Door Disabled When Flashing, Do Not Lean
It's possible that we are mates in movement
Working so hard for others
Maybe not
Perhaps we are just hollow bodies
And friends in that
Us gorged tubes
Gorgeous and full
Scratching our itches
Pull Coat Hook
Making a joke
A train leaves Jamaica at 9:30
Stand clear of the door
Politely reminding ourselves
We are our best friends
Besides that which we make
To befriend us
Empty headlights
Rattling in the first car
Bumpers always smiling
Like a spineless doll
An empty mold
That can be filled
With stuffing and called plush
With candy and called piƱata
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9.17.09

Comments

shufly said…
Congratulations on the bouncing bundle of baby Memi. From the photos I've seen he already looks like you!! You're dearly missed at the Waccamaw.