Fragments

 

The train car smells like sweet cigarettes

My mouth tastes like blood

I spent my morning alone 

And I’ll spend the next eight hours the same 

Your cock tastes like a salt lick

My hand feels slippery

I’ll spend the evening with you

And for the rest of my life dwell on it

My throat feels like an empty bottle

The train sounds like a monster

I have nobody sitting next to me

And I’d love it to stay that way

The announcer sounds like he hates me

The passengers look like they do too

I am almost at work

And I’d rather be in bed or a coffin 

I look like someone’s older sister

I smell unclean

The beast arrives at Clark and Lake

And I ride up and out of Hell

 

 

{A poem by Leona Maria}