Photographs
(Blue) City Birthing A Train
2009
I’m on a train. And the womb is opening.
the wound is opening/ and…
My eyes are closing for the final time. as i twist and rhyme…
The blackened line.
and smoosh…
The. Baby. my/ baby…
Is running away from me. and in the form of/ see…
Is. A tear. In the shape of an embryo.
Not sticking.
and sleep…
now…
i…
I.
Can’t.
Take this train. Anymore.
So pull over.
And.
Let me out. i’ve/ screamed…
Because. I am just a bag of bones. W/out it. and baby sleep…